By flame was crowned where God had been
Himself the Word sublime—
Himself the Most High Love unstained,
The Great, Good King of the Stars and Years—
Crowned, enthroned, by a leaping flame—
The fire of our love-born tears.
How the angels were conquered by the sound of his music from afar, and the Demons were torn with love.
And the angels bowed down, for his glory was vast—
Loving their conqueror, weeping, aghast—
While we sobbed, for a moment repenting the past,