“I beseech Thee, shew me Thy glory”

(The Saviour of the World, Vol V Book IV Poem XLIX)

Lord, what is glory? ask we in distress,
Our eyes on the Son of Man, afflicted sore,
Yet speaking of “the Father” evermore,
And of that glory out of nothingness

The Father, who alone hath power to bless,
Upon the anointed Son doth constant pour:
And, What is glory? ask we, and confess
That ignorance we cherish and deplore.

“Shew me Thy glory, Lord!” Thy servant cried;
Thy goodness was Thine answer,—made to pass
Before the Prophet’s eyes: and, satisfied,
That one man saw Thy glory as in a glass:

Was it the Christ he saw, sore suffering,
So might He to mankind salvation bring?

Exodus xxxiii. 18, 19.

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