Clothed with this tabernacle still,
We dimly, darkly gaze,
As through a window dim we view
Eternal glory's blaze.
Our knowledge now is but in part:
Our highest knowledge here
Is all imperfect as our sight
Of you celestial sphere.
But this imperfect sight must pass,
This partial knowledge flee;
And "face to face," "knowing as known,"
For evermore 'twill be.