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<poem> | |||
1. I have not seen, how am I to believe? | |||
My eyes have never marked the risen Christ. | |||
Is one to trust the stories others tell, | |||
God raising up what has been sacrificed? | |||
2. I have not felt his hands, stone cold, grow warm, | |||
nor heard that heart, once silenced, beat again, | |||
yet here I am, surrounded by a faith | |||
that apprehends his presence now as then. | |||
3. We hope for signs, but in the end must trust | |||
that risen Life, arising, surely weaves | |||
with faith and doubt alike a living truth | |||
that blesses all who question to believe. | |||
</poem> | |||
From ''Songs for the Cycle'' ©2004 by Michael Hudson.<br> | |||
Church Publishing Incorporated. All rights reserved. Used by permission. | |||
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CPDL #34340:
- Editor: Thurlow Weed (submitted 2015-01-16). Score information: Letter, 1 page, 21 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: I have not seen
Composer: Thurlow Weed
Lyricist: Michael Hudson
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Hymn for Easter Meter: 10 10. 10 10
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
Published: 2015
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Original text and translations
English text
1. I have not seen, how am I to believe?
My eyes have never marked the risen Christ.
Is one to trust the stories others tell,
God raising up what has been sacrificed?
2. I have not felt his hands, stone cold, grow warm,
nor heard that heart, once silenced, beat again,
yet here I am, surrounded by a faith
that apprehends his presence now as then.
3. We hope for signs, but in the end must trust
that risen Life, arising, surely weaves
with faith and doubt alike a living truth
that blesses all who question to believe.
From Songs for the Cycle ©2004 by Michael Hudson.
Church Publishing Incorporated. All rights reserved. Used by permission.