1 OBJECT of all our knowledge here, Our one Desire and Hope below, Jesus, the crucified, draw near, And with Thy sad disciples go: Our thoughts and words to Thee are known, We commune of Thyself alone. 2 How can it be, our reason cries, That God should leave His throne above? Is it for man the’ Immortal dies! For man, who tramples on His love! For man, who nail’d Him to the tree, O Love! O God! He died for me! 3 Why, then, if Thou for me hast died, Dost Thou not yet Thyself impart? We hoped