A vision of the tree of life was given
A tree of light, midst darkness and a shroud 
With path and iron rod the way not hidden 
But many lost who heed the scornful proud

From vaulted heights the great and spacious host
Cast mocking words of vanity and hate 
Continually holding fast, the Saints not lost 
On bended knee they joyfully did taste

It fills our souls with hopeful light from one 
Beloved of the Father, chosen Son