1 We long for mighty signs of God—
Cathedral, miracle, and sword,
His power and glory written plain—
So none may doubt that He is Lord.
2 But poor, in weakness, comes the Christ;
His glory gone, no king we see;
A servant Lord, no praise He seeks.
Thus comes God’s power to such as we.
3 God’s work we cannot boldly trace,
Yet even in us His Spirit flows.
Our stumbling does not halt His course;
Where we least think, He surely goes.
4 Not in our own strength, Lord, we move;
Thy Kingdom falls not when we fall
But forward presses day by day
Until Thy truth is known by all.Source: Hymnal and Liturgies of the Moravian Church #66