We Glimpse, O Love, Your Hidden Way
Ride on ride on O holy, longing Lord.
Below your feet our coats we lay.
Above your head the branches wave.
We glimpse, O Love, your hidden way.
Ride on ride on O steadfast, sorrowing King,
processing through our scattered aims.
And mounted low, close to our hearts,
a lingering trace of hope impart.
Ride on, ride on O vivid, lonely One.
Ride through the clamour of the day.
And when the silence rises new
draw us more deeply into You.
Words Catherine Smith © 2019
Tune: The King’s Majesty 8888