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.