Not what, but whom, I do believe
That in my darkest hour of need
Hath comforts that no mortal creed
To mortal man may give.
Not what but whom,
For Christ is more than all the creeds
And his full life of gentle deeds
Shall all the creeds outlive.
Not what I do believe but whom,
Who walks beside me in the gloom
Who shares the burden wearisome;
Who all the dim way doth illume
And bids me look beyond the tomb
The larger life to live.
Not what I do believe but whom.