O! hallowed Light, and radiant,
in You no darkness found,
what hope upholds Your penitent,
whom Your great wings surround!
In Your embrace no arrogant,
no scoffer, rude his sound,
finds portion. Yet Your testament
in us sees light abound.

Perdition has enveloped some
(such vessels thrown to break);
while thrones and powers argue from
the foot of their mistake.
Vain vie they with imperium:
Your breath sets them a-quake!
The darkness has not overcome,
will never light o'ertake.

Those called to Christ from ages old
are sealed unto Your Name
as lambs of one bespeckled fold,
nor lone, nor lost, nor lame.
Burns, bright against the bitter cold
of Death, Your altar-flame.
The darkness has not taken hold,
it has no worthy claim.

We flock beneath the stainèd rood
and, by indwelling Light,
see purchased for us every good,
inherit princely right.
What burning myst'ry that we should
in grace know Your delight!
The darkness has not understood,
abjured to outer night.

In radiance at temple-throne
Your saints, arrayed, will stand,
grand pillars hewn of marble-stone
engraved by Your right hand
with God's, the City's, and Your own
new Name - our living brand
in halls where night is never known;
and we shall understand!
AMDG / 5.5.14

*this poem revolves around the possible translations of the word " katalambano" in John 1:5, which may be rendered "overtaken," "comprehended," "laid hold of," "overcome," etc. . .

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