Chorus of Angels.
He hath Suddenly Come to His temple;
His hour and His mission's begun;
In the Plenary graces of manhood,
He shines like the orient sun.
Humanity, here is thy summit!
Lo, here is the CROWN of mankind!
In this beautiful CIRCLE of virtues,
Are SEVEN PERFECTIONS divined.
They seal Him the son of the Highest!
They sign Him the meekest of men!
They lend Him unspeakable beauty,
That thrilleth and thrilleth again.
They praise Him the GOAL OF CREATION!
The END of the timeless process;
The mystery hid from the ages__
The SAVIOR a world shall confess.
His FAITH and His REV'RENCE Perfect,
Toward God; His OBEDIENCE too;
His LOVE for mankind most unselfish;
His Wisdom the Heavens shine through.
His HOPE, never dimm'd in the darkness;
His VICTORY, full o'er Satan:
In Sinless INCOMP'RABLE MANHOOD,
BEHOLD HIM__THE PERFECT ADAM!