Light, light, infinite light —
The mountains melted away;
Ten thousand thousand seraphim bright
Were lost in a blaze of day:
For God was there, and beneath his feet
A pavement of sapphires glowed,
As the mirrors of glory transcendently meet
To reflect his own abode.

Love, love, infinite love —
The lowly Lady of Grace
Bows, underneath the o'ershadowing Dove,
Her eternal Son to embrace:
For God is there, the Ancient of Days,
An Infant of human years;
Whilst angels around them incessantly gaze,
And nature is wrapt in tears.

Peace, peace, infinite peace —
A Golden House hath it found,
Whose ineffable beauty must ever increase
With immortality crowned:
For God was there, the Lord of the skies,
Whose loud Alleluias ran
From heaven to earth — as Emmanuel lies
In the arms of Mary, for man.