From Out the Cloud of Amber Light

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.