I love this hymn. I have sung it many, many times at my church. The words say so much. It seems fitting this Holiest of weeks.

We saw thee not when thou didst come
to this poor world of sin and death,
nor e'er beheld thy cottage home
in that despised Nazareth;
but we believe thy footsteps trod
its streets and plains, thou Son of God.

We did not see thee lifted high
amid that wild and savage crew,
nor heard thy meek imploring cry:
'Forgive, they know not what they do';
yet we believe the deed was done,
which shook the earth and veiled the sun.

We stood not by the empty tomb
where late thy sacred body lay,
nor sat within that upper room,
nor met thee in the open way:
but we believe that angels said
'Why seek the living with the dead?'

We did not mark the chosen few,
when thou didst through the clouds ascend,
first lift to heaven their wondering view,
then to the earth all prostrate bend;
yet we believe that mortal eyes
beheld that journey to the skies.

And now that thou art throned above,
and dost from heaven thy people bless,
no ray of glory from the sky
doth shine upon our wilderness:
but we believe thy faithful word,
and trust in our redeeming Lord.

Words: Ann Richter (1792-1857) and John Hampden Gurney (1802-1862)