The Son of the Eternal Morn

The Son of the Eternal Morn

The Son of the Unconquered Might

The One whose cloak is endless praise

Whose throne will reign forever bright

The lips of gods do sing your name

The goodness and the majesty

You who disrobed and entered in

To shame and brokenness joyfully

Humiliation in your birth

The place, the time, the way, the night

You did not despise little things

God of God, light of very light

Standing beneath the sun you made

Being found in time the timeless One

Sailing upon the waves you wove

The earth gazed on Hyperion

The morning looked to have no end

Glory dwelling among darkened ones

Did we understand or comprehend?

I beheld He who overcomes

Brilliance dimmed that we might see

Your life as stirring as a storm

Upon this lifeless land you rained

Down and, behold, I was reborn

Brilliance dimmed that we might see

Your words as bright as precious stones

Stories to sooth the simple soul

To mend the hurt and broken bones

Brilliance dimmed that we might see

Your eyes as warming as a hearth

Compassion darting out as flames

To thaw this deadened, frozen heart

Brilliance dimmed that we might see

Your hands as light as summer air

Laying down your yoke upon our backs

We bear for all our days your care

The Son of the Eternal Morn

To Him Who Reigns the only Kin

The One whose rule will pass all days

His light was dimmed and yet undimmed

For those with eyes to pierce the worlds

What lightning struck upon that hill

The hordes of hell sprung upon you

When breath and flow of blood were still

Imagining victory, pomp, and feast

A stronger wine they tasted then

Your wrath, long mixed, was emptied out

A public sight they there became

Light as a burning star upon

Hell's gates fell—mighty were his blows

Then all the bells of Hades tolled

For terrible radiance through it glows

If veils were torn, if tombs upturned

If darkness clothed the land around

What more below where light did go?

The snake's head, crushed, lies on the ground

Creation groaned, the heavens wept

Where was Eternal Morning's son?

My sister, weep no more, he comes

From empty tomb with souls He won

Then Pilate's guards were quick replaced

And angels see the firstborn raised

Hear his oath: "first among many"

He is the Seed forever praised

What sting remains for death to deal?

Does sin still reign ghoulish and grim?

What law is left for those redeemed?

All things are satisfied in him

He says I am to be His bride

He calls me precious in His sight

He says my name is now beloved

There is no doubt within his light

The Son of the Eternal Morn

The One who dwells outside the camp    

The One who Death and Sin did slay

He is Lord - He is Heaven's Lamp