The life, which God’s in­car­nate Word
Lived here be­low with men,
Three blest ev­an­gel­ists re­cord
With Heav’n in­spir­èd pen.

John soars on high, be­yond the three,
To God the Fa­ther’s throne;
And shows in what deep mys­te­ry
The Word with God is One.

Upon the Sav­ior’s lov­ing breast
Invited to re­cline,
’Twas thence he drew, in mo­ments blest,
Rich stores of truth di­vine.

And thence did that an­gel­ic love
His in­most spir­it fill,
Which, once en­kin­dled from above,
Breathes in his pag­es still.

Jesu, the vir­gin’s ho­ly Son,
We praise Thee and adore,
Who art with God the Fa­ther One
And Spir­it ev­er­more.