From The Christian Science Hymnal, 1932 edition
O Love, O Life, our faith and sight
Thy presence maketh one;
As, through transfigured clouds of white,
We trace the noonday sun.
We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray;
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee
The Light, the Truth, the Way.
To do Thy will is more than praise,
As words are less than deeds;
And simple trust can find Thy ways
We miss with chart of creeds.
Our friend, our brother, and our Lord,
What may thy service be?
Nor name, nor form, nor ritual word,
But simply following thee.