1. O God, who didst Thy will unfold
In wondrous modes to saints of old­
By dream, by oracle, by seer-
Wilt Thou not still Thy people hear?
2. What though no answering voice is heard,
Thine oracles, the written word,
Counsel and guidance still impart,
Enlightening to the upright heart.
3. What though no more by dreams is shown
That future things to God are known;
Enough the promises reveal:
His wisdom doth the rest conceal.
4. We wait, in faith, the day decreed
For which in prayer we daily plead­
When Christ, returned, shall show to men
God's righteous arm made bare again.