If with rash step, or with presumptuous
word
I have transgressed, or with unshrinking
eye
Have sought to pierce the awful mystery
That veils thy Godhead, yet forgive me,
Lord!
Thou knowest that I sought not to draw
nigh
Thy Throne, save that my witness might
record
More truly of Thine attributes, whereby
On Earth, e’en as in Heaven, might
be adored
The fulness of Thy glory. Not in
wrath
His trespass wilt Thou judge, whom, licence,
bred
Of zeal, though blinded, yet devout, betrays,
Nor scorn the unconscious wanderer from
Thy path,
Nor leave me hopeless, if indeed misled
By thirst for truth, more deep in error’s
maze.