Isaiah 45:15: Thou God unsearchable, unknown

Thou God unsearchable, unknown,
Who still conceal'st Thyself from me,
Hear an apostate spirit groan.
Broke off, and far exiled from Thee,
But conscious of my fall I mourn,
And fain I would to Thee return.

Send forth one ray of heavenly light,
Of gospel-hope, or humble fear.
To guide me through this gulf of night.
My poor, desponding soul to cheer.
Till Thou mine unbelief renaove.
And show me all Thy glorious love.

An hidden God indeed Thou art!
Thine absence I this moment feel:
Yet must I own it from my heart,
Conceal'd, Thou art a Saviour still.
And though Thy face I cannot see,
I know Thine eye is fix'd on me.

My Saviour Thee, not yet reveal'd,
Yet will I Thee my Saviour call.
Adore Thy hand, from sin withheld;
Thy hand shall raise me from my fall,
Thou wilt throughout my darkness shine,
And show Thyself for ever mine.

How should I know unless from Thee,
That Thou art still a God unknown?
Made conscious of my misery,
Thy Spirit's absence I bemoan:
For O! in tenderness of love,
Thou dost my unbelief reveal;
The thick religious veil remove,
And show me all my nature's hell.

Dark as the shades of endless night,
Wrapp'd in impenetrable gloom.
After the true, eternal Light
I feel, oppress'd till Jesus come;
Till Christ, the glory of the Lord,
His beatific Self impart,
And speak the faith-creating word,
And rise illustrious in my heart.