An Image of the Savior from the Book of Hebrews
The far-flung echoes die:
We who the prophet-whispers long have heard
Now tune our ears to the fuller voice on high,
Now hear the mind of God in one live Word.
We bow, O Christ, at your glorious name.
The ancient splendors fade:
The brightness of glory gleams in the Son’s fair face,
The true form of God by whom all things are made
Reveals to us now the form of truth and grace.
We bow, O Christ, at your glorious name.
The torn veil-fragments fall:
Behold! sitting on the right hand of God above
The image of very God, the all in all,
Pours out on us his full redeeming love!
We bow, O Christ, at your glorious name.
The highest angels bow,
In splendid-meek form your favor to entreat:
We who have glimpsed your glory join them now,
Casting ourselves down with them at your feet!
We bow, O Christ, at your glorious name.