Lyrics:

But hark! a grand mysterious harmony:
It floods me, like the deep and solemn sound
Of many waters.

[Angel]

And now the threshold, as we traverse it,
Utters aloud its glad responsive chant.

[Choir of Angelicals]

Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
In all His owrds most wonderful;
Most sure in all His ways!

O loving wisdom of our God!
When all was sin and shame,
A second Adam to the fight
And to the rescue came.

O wisest love! that flesh and blood
Which did in Adam fail,
Should strive afresh against the foe,
Should strive and should preval;

And that a higher gift than grace
Should flesh and blood refine,
God's Presence and His very Self,
And Essence all divine.

O generous love! that He who smote
In man for man the foe
The double agony in man
For man should undergo.

And in the garden secretly,
And on the cross on high,
Should teach his brethren and inspire
To suffer and to die.

Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:
In all His words most wonderful;
Most sure in all His ways!