O friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God
And love of man I bear.
I trace your lines of argument;
Your logic linked and strong
I weigh as one who dreads dissent,
And fears a doubt as wrong.
But still my human hands are weak
To hold your iron creeds:...
Thank God that shall judge my soul, not man!
I marvel when they say,
“Think of that awful Day
No pitying fellow-sinner’s eyes shall scan
With tolerance thy soul,
But His who knows the whole,
The God whom all men own is wholly just.”
Hold thou that last word dear,
And live untouched by fear.
He knows...
O Friends! with whom my feet have trod
The quiet aisles of prayer,
Glad witness to your zeal for God
And love of man I bear.
I trace your lines of argument;
Your logic linked and strong
I weigh as one who dreads dissent,
And fears a doubt as wrong.
But still my human hands are weak
To hold your iron creeds:...
