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Oh who are we that we are given Love—
What whim of God's was this that we should know
A leaping fervor and a fearless glow
That is not known above;
We are not clean and pure enough a race
To look upon its face.
Oh who are we that we should have all this—
This joy, this glory, this divine appeal,
This fire that God Himself can never feel,
This sudden power and bliss.
Why are we burned and blessed and burdened thus—
It is too great for us.
What whim of God's was this that we should know
A leaping fervor and a fearless glow
That is not known above;
We are not clean and pure enough a race
To look upon its face.
Oh who are we that we should have all this—
This joy, this glory, this divine appeal,
This fire that God Himself can never feel,
This sudden power and bliss.
Why are we burned and blessed and burdened thus—
It is too great for us.
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