O, What though our feet may not tread where Christ trod,
Nor our ears hear the dashing of Galilee’s flood,
Nor our eyes see the cross that he bowed him to bear,
Nor our knees press Gethsemane’s garden of prayer!
Yet, Loved of the Father! thy spirit is near
To the meek and the lowly and penitent here;
And the voice of thy love is the same, even now,
As at Bethany’s tomb, or on Olivet’s brow.
O, the Outward has gone, but in glory and power
The Spirit surviveth the things of an hour;
Unchanged, undecaying, its Pentecost flame
On the heart’s secret altar is burning, the same.
|Instances (1 - 5 of 5)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) #150||Christ Present in the Spirit||O, What though our feet may not tread where Christ trod||Whittier||11s. M.||1866|
|A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion. (10th ed.) #150||O, what though our feet may not tread where Christ trod||Whittier||1848|
|Church Harmonies: a collection of hymns and tunes for the use of Congregations #356||Oh, what though our feet may not tread||Whittier||1876|
|Prayers and Hymns for the Church and the Home #d508||Christ present in the Spirit||O what though our feet may not tread||John G. Whittier; John Greenleaf Whittier||1866|
|Songs of the Unity: a Selection of Lyrics for Public Worhip, with Tunes for Congregational Use #d158||O what though our feet may not tread||John G. Whittier; John Greenleaf Whittier||1859|