Life has no mystery as great As God, nor can it have. You only, Father, can create In us the faith we crave. Mistaking mystery for myth We throw our faith away. O be the God we wrestle with Until the break of day! Awed by immensities of space We worship you as Ground. O be the Father we embrace When we, the lost, are found. So great the mystery of love We half-believe it true. O be the Crucified and prove What love is and can do!