The slivered golden light from where it comes
Illuminates the forms which line the way
Is of the holy seat which stands above
Has always been and evermore will stay

You heed the words that leave his fiery lips
O wicked fall upon your face in terror
His judgment will your mortal strength eclipse
And to its end you curse shall rend forever

But blessed you who suffered, toiled and bled
Yet lived in humble ways and so submitted
That faith your soul, your mind, your heart it led
O righteous one to whom you are acquitted

I pray that someday I will likewise see
The favour of the perfect, holy One
Until that moment give myself to be
An image of the blessed, holy Son

The words unworthy sounds which fill the air
Their sound composed of simple groans and rhyme
Eternity your ears should now prepare
These rings will sound throughout the end of time

The Slivered Golden Light