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And He turned Him onto His disciples and said privately	A
Blessed are the eyes which see the things that ye see for	B
I tell you that many prophets and kings have desired to see	A
those things which ye see and have not seen them and to	C
hear those things which ye hear and have not heard them	D
St Luke x	E
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On Sinai's top in prayer and trance	F
Full forty nights and forty days	G
The Prophet watched for one dear glance	F
Of thee and of Thy ways	G
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Fasting he watched and all alone	H
Wrapt in a still dark solid cloud	I
The curtain of the Holy One	J
Drawn round him like a shroud	I
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So separate from the world his breast	K
Might duly take and strongly keep	L
The print of Heaven to be expressed	K
Ere long on Sion's steep	L
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There one by one his spirit saw	M
Of things divine the shadows bright	N
The pageant of God's perfect law	M
Yet felt not full delight	N
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Through gold and gems a dazzling maze	G
From veil to veil the vision led	O
And ended where unearthly rays	G
From o'er the ark were shed	O
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Yet not that gorgeous place nor aught	O
Of human or angelic frame	P
Could half appease his craving thought	O
The void was still the same	P
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Show me Thy glory gracious Lord	O
'Tis Thee he cries not Thine I seek	Q
Na start not at so bold a word	O
From man frail worm and weak	Q
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The spark of his first deathless fire	R
Yet buoys him up and high above	S
The holiest creature dares aspire	T
To the Creator's love	S
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The eye in smiles may wander round	O
Caught by earth's shadows as they fleet	O
But for the soul no help is found	O
Save Him who made it meet	O
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Spite of yourselves ye witness this	U
Who blindly self or sense adore	B
Else wherefore leaving your own bliss	U
Still restless ask ye more	B
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This witness bore the saints of old	O
When highest rapt and favoured most	O
Still seeking precious things untold	O
Not in fruition lost	O
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Canaan was theirs and in it all	V
The proudest hope of kings dare claim	P
Sion was theirs and at their call	V
Fire from Jehovah came	P
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Yet monarchs walked as pilgrims still	W
In their own land earth's pride and grace	X
And seers would mourn on Sion's hill	W
Their Lord's averted face	X
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Vainly they tried the deeps to sound	O
E'en of their own prophetic thought	O
When of Christ crucified and crowned	O
His Spirit in them taught	O
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But He their aching gaze repressed	O
Which sought behind the veil to see	A
For not without us fully blest	O
Or perfect might they be	A
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The rays of the Almighty's face	X
No sinner's eye might then receive	Y
Only the meekest man found grace	X
To see His skirts and live	Z
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But we as in a glass espy	A
The glory of His countenance	A2
Not in a whirlwind hurrying by	B2
The too presumptuous glance	F
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But with mild radiance every hour	R
From our dear Saviour's face benign	C2
Bent on us with transforming power	R
Till we too faintly shine	C2
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Sprinkled with His atoning blood	O
Safely before our God we stand	O
As on the rock the Prophet stood	O
Beneath His shadowing hand	O
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Blessed eyes which see the things we see	A
And yet this tree of life hath proved	O
To many a soul a poison tree	A
Beheld and not beloved	O
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So like an angel's is our bliss	U
Oh thought to comfort and appal	W
It needs must bring if used amiss	U
An angel's hopeless fall	W

John Keble

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