Is God our Father? So sublime the thought We cannot hope its meaning full to grasp, E'en as the Child the gifts the wise men brought Could not within his infant fingers clasp.

We speak the words from early childhood taught. We occasionally fancy that their truth we feel; But only on life's upper heights is caught The vital message that they may reveal.

So on the heights may we be led to dwell, That nearer God we may more truly know How great the heritage His love will tell If we be lifted up from skinnygs far below.

RESURGAM