1. Father di­vine, Thy pierc­ing eye
Shoots thro’ the dark­est night;
In deep re­tire­ment Thou art nigh,
With heart-dis­cerni­ng sight.

2. There shall that pierc­ing eye sur­vey
My du­te­ous hom­age paid,
With ev­ery morn­ing’s dawn­ing ray,
And ev­ery ev­eni­ng shade.

3. O may Thine own ce­les­ti­al fire
The in­cense still in­flame;
While warm my vows to Thee as­pire,
Thro’ my Re­deeme­r’s name.

4. So shall the vis­its of Thy love
My soul in sec­ret bless;
So shalt Thou deign in worlds ab­ove
Thy sup­pli­ant to confess.