With glory visible
Lighten, that all behold.
Thy wings o’er Sion’s brotherhood unfold,
And let Thy glory shine from underneath
Thy wings, with sunlike rays.
And him, the worthiest of so holy praise,
Circle his temples with Thy golden wreath.
Fall on the visage of that son of man,
Whom shadows o’er Thy wings’ protecting van.
Thou Saviour Son!