1 What think ye? Has the Living Head
His presence e’er denied?
What think ye? Shall the feast be spread,
And not the Host preside?
2 What think ye? That He will not do
As He hath ever done?
Our Frist, our Last, our Centre too,
Blest Father, Spirit, Son.
3 What think ye? That He will not stand
Amid the shadows dim
To welcome with extended Hand
All who keep tryst with Him?
4 Away with all unworthy thoughts!
Prepare the way! Prepare!
Jehovah Shammah thou hast sought?
Be glad. The Lord is there.
5 Seek audience with the Lord of Love,
Expect His face to see,
And this in very truth shall prove
A Peniel to Thee.
6 Let Faith extend her mantle wide,
Enlarging her request,
So shall His heart be satisfied
Who loves to give the best.
7 Forecast His blessèd work of grace,
Make straight His paths! Prepare!
Low in the very dust thy place,
We reach high blessing there.
8 What think ye? Lord, our thoughts would be
Lofty and just and true:—
Expectant, as we wait to see
Thy wonders, old and new.
9 Thyself all loyal hearts confess
Incomparably dear;
Yet closer to each other press
Because to Thee so near.
Source: Hymns of Consecration and Faith #558