1 From out the cloud of amber light,
borne on the whirlwind from the north,
four living creatures winged and bright
before the Prophet’s eyes came forth.
2 The voice of God was in the Four
beneath that awful crystal mist,
and every wondrous form they wore
foreshadowed an Evangelist.
3 The lion-faced, he told abroad
the strength of love, the strength of faith;
he showed the Almighty Son of God,
the Man Divine who won by death.
4 O Lion of the Royal Tribe,
strong Son of God, and strong to save,
all power and honour we ascribe
to thee who only makest brave.
5 For strength to love, for will to speak,
for fiery crowns by martyrs won,
for suffering patience, strong and meek,
we praise thee, Lord, and thee alone.
Source: CPWI Hymnal #811