What angel can the grace explain,
That very God is very man!
By love paternal given:
Begins the uncreated Word;
Born is the ev­er­last­ing Lord;
Who made both earth and Hea­ven!

Behold Him, high above all height!
Him, God of God, and Light of Light,
In a mean earthly shrine:
Jehovah’s glo­ry dwells with men,
His person in our flesh is seen,
The character divine!

Not with these eyes of flesh and blood,
Yet lo, we still behold the God,
Replete with truth and grace;
The truth of holiness we see,
The grace of full felicity,
In our Re­deem­er’s face.

Transformed by the ecstatic sight,
Our souls o’erflow with pure delight,
And every moment own;
The Lord our whole protection is,
The Lord is our immortal bliss,
And Christ and Hea­ven are one.