Verse 1
With milk Thou dost the infants feed,
Meat to the strong believers give,
In season due, as each hath need,
As each is able to receive;
Thou sow’st the seeds of truth sublime
In the dark heart of feeble man,
Thou know’st thine own appointed time
Thine own mysterious work t’ explain.
Verse 2
Those many things at first unknown,
Thy Spirit shews us where to find,
Not by tradition handed down,
By men corrupt, deceitful, blind:
The acts by thine Apostles wrought
Repeating on our hearts He seals,
The truths in their Epistles taught,
And in the mystic book reveals.