Godhead here in hiding, Whom I do adore

Marked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more.

See, Lord at Thy service, low lies here a heart

Lost, all lost in wonder, at the God Thou art. 

Seeing, touching, tasting are in Thee deceived.

How says trusty hearing? That shall be believed.

What God’s Son has told me, take from truth I do;

Truth Himself speaks truly, or there’s nothing true.