Behold the mes­sen­gers of Christ,
Who bear to ev­ery place,
The un­veiled mys­te­ries of God,
The Gos­pel of His grace.

The things through mists and sha­dows dim
By ho­ly pro­phets seen,
In the full light of day they saw
With not a cloud be­tween.

What Christ, true Man, di­vine­ly wrought,
What God in man­hood bore,
They wrote, as God in­spired, in words
That live for­ev­er­more.

Although in space and time apart,
One Spir­it ruled them all;
And in their sac­red pag­es still
We hear that Spir­it’s call.

To God, the bless­èd Three in One,
Be glo­ry, praise, and might,
Who called us from the shades of death
To His own glo­ri­ous light.