Lyrics:

There was a mortal, who is now above
In the mid glory: he, when near to die,
Was given communion with the Crucified ---

Such, that the Master's very wounds were stamped
Upon his flesh; and, from the agony
Which thrilled through body and soul in that embrace,
Learn that the flame of the Everlasting Love
Doth burn ere it transform...

[Choir of Angelicals]

Praise to the Holiest in the height,
And in the depth be praise:

[Angel]
Hark to these sounds!
They come of tender beings angelical,
Least and most childlike of the sons of God.

[Choir of Angelicals]

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!

To us His elder race He gave
To battle and to win
Without the chastisement of pain,
Without the soil of sin.

The younger son He willed to be
A marvel in His birth:
Spirit and flesh His parents were;
His home was heaven and earth.

The Eternal blessed His child, and armed,
And sent Him hence afar,
To serve as champion in the field
Of elemental war.

To be His Viceroy in the world
Of matter, and of sense;
Upon the frontier, towards the foe,
A resolute defense.

[Angel]

We now have passed the gate, and are within
The House of Judgment...

[Soul]

The sound is like the rushing of the wind ---
The summer wind --- among the lofty pines.

[Choir of Angelicals]

Glory to Him, who evermore
By truth and justice reigns;
Who tears the soul from out its case,
And burns away its stains!

[Angel]

They sing of thy approaching agony,
Which thou so eagerly didst question of.

[Soul]

My soul is in my hand: I have no fear ---