How sweet is thy wisdom, O Lord,
To voice it with our mouths, to hear it,
To thrill at its perfect accord
That charms intelligence and wit
Whence by that sign we come to know it.
We for the most part make dull sounds,
As clay and stone the graven image
Must needs impart within the bounds
Of sense the truth in life, to salvage
Which becomes our life’s heritage.
Over the centuries, we have
Cleansed ourselves of mythologies,
Called it science, to its voice gave
None for the origin of species.
Thy wisdom yet is sweet, O Lord,
Our minds well rehearsed in the knowing,
In our hearts is the full accord,
The proof of God in all its showing,
The pity for the vast unknowing.