Beauty, beauty

In the beginning was the word, the one we have seen, and we have heard
The only begotten of the father
“You are my one and only son” – “not my will but yoursʼ be done”
All we can do is stand in wonder, and sing

Beauty, beauty, beautiful
Glory, glory, glorious
You are
You are

Who has believed and who has seen? The suffering servant is our king
Though we despised you, you have loved us
The branch of the lord has been revealed, and by your wounds we have been healed
All of the nations stand in wonder, and sing:

Take me into your throne room
Let me see your beauty, let me see your face