A voice comes from the radiant hills,
With God’s own presence bright;
Its music winged with rapture thrills
“I am the Light.”
And from supernal paths of peace,
And glorious gates of day,
Faith hears, amid the wilderness—
“I am the Way.”
Lo! where the n1anhood of the skies
Glows with immortal youth,
Comes stilling earth’s vain sophistries—
“I am the Truth.”
It speaks with living, breathing power,
Above a world of strife;
It strikes the resurrection hour—
“I am the Life.”
O voice divine, that speaks from heaven,
Thou art the Truth, the Way,
The Light, the Life, to sinners given;
Be ALL to us we pray.