Via, Veritas, Vita
" Popuhis qui sedebat iu tenebris vidit lucent magnain "
Lord, Whom the breathles Shepherds sought, Child King, to whom the wise men brought, Their tribute from afar, Deny not now that heavenly light To pilgrims through a darker night Where shines no star.
Silent the choirs that chanted then
Of peace on earth, good will to men— Men who with duller ear The heavenly Voice which guided them Across the hills to Bethlehem No more can hear.
O'er rougher roads our journey lies; Strained by the vast immensities Of Space and Time and Thought, Our timorous and wearied eyes Haply may fail to recognise The King they sought.
We stood out among those who heard From lips divine the royal word Which stilled the raging sea; Dare we believe to us He spoke The call to bear His easy yoke, And so be free?
Where faith begins and errors end Let scholars seek; let fools contend In never-ceasing strife: One voice alone has dared to say For all to hear : "I am the Way, The Truth, the Life."
The Way—that self must be denied, The Life—triumphant when He died, The Truth—His spoken word: Here stood and stands the eternal creed Of man, the slave, in sonship freed : "Jesus is Lord."
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