From out the cloud of am­ber light,
Borne on the whirl­wind from the north,
Four liv­ing crea­tures winged and bright
Before the pro­phet’s eyes came forth.

The voice of God was in the four
Beneath that aw­ful crys­tal mist,
And ev­ery won­drous form they wore
Foreshadowed an ev­an­gel­ist.

The li­on-faced, he told abroad
The strength of love, the strength of faith;
He showed th’al­migh­ty Son of God,
The Man div­ine who won by death.

O Li­on of the roy­al tribe,
Strong Son of God, and strong to save,
All pow­er and hon­or we as­cribe
To Thee who on­ly mak­est brave.

For strength to love, for will to speak,
For fie­ry crowns by mar­tyrs won,
For suf­fer­ing pa­tience, strong and meek,
We praise Thee, Lord, and Thee alone.