In the beginning,
The Light of Glory—
Hovering over deep darkness . . .
In the hopeless wilderness,
The Light of Glory—
In the midst of Israel
Leading day and night . . .
At the tabernacle in the wilderness,
At the temple on Mt. Zion,
Spectacular form penetrated darkness:
Heaven's Glory In-Dwelling.
In the land of Bethlehem Judah
When gloomy darkness filled the world,
A star of Glory appeared
In the sky over a manger;
A little Lamb, abandoning the Glory of Heaven,
Was born here:
The Glory of Light—
The Holy Light of Heaven shining.
In the midst of darkness
Heaven was singing;
Heavenly host and angel sang
Sang the Song of Glory!
Now the victorious little Lamb
Rules the Kingdom of Glory;
(Ah! through faith)
Beyond the Kingdom of Darkness
Receiving the Kingdom of Glory as gift,
We begin to sing.
Until the return of the little Lamb of Glory,
We will sing;
In the dark wilderness
Pondering the invisible Glory
In our midst,
We will sing the Song of Heaven.
When the little Lamb comes again
Passing through the dark world,
We will see the Glory of judgment—the last Glory—
And face eternal Glory.
With heavenly host and angel
We will sing and dance;
In the midst of everlasting Glory
We will sing an endless Song!