Into the abyss--the Glory of God
      for the world of men
Into the abyss, where once He dared
      to drink the cup of sorrow.

And then--
      faced the consequence of that abyss
And bore upon His flawless frame
      the symbols of all human sin expressed
And in a tragic stroke the grand illusions
      laid to rest
      Of man's inherent dignity.

Strange it is that all the tragedies of time
Have not sufficed to prove to man
      the depths of that accursed clime
      to which his soul was born.

Nor has it dawned upon his darkened heart
That e'en the noble things of man are part
      of vain facade
And all the liberty
      In which he revels to indulge his
      selfish soul
Is but a bondage, from the chains of which
      the grace of God alone can set
      him free.

And so, insensitive to all but grosser
      earthly things
And unaware the raft
      To which he blindly clings is
      rudderless and without sail
He drifts through life
      grasping, striving
      bearing fortune's perfidies--

Until that disenchanting moment when
the spirit
      flees the mortal cage
And knows
      that all he lived for was but ashes
      and all the good he shunned--
      the stuff of which eternal bliss is made.

Thus the abyss to which He came--
      the majesty of God enshrined
      for all the world to see--
      the Blessed Son of Man.

Into the abyss--
      the Son of God with the power
      to free
The souls of all in one great deed
      of holy, and unselfish love.

Now on eagle's wings the souls of those
      who will, may soar
And, unencumbered by the chains of
      demon power
Know the thrill of life fulfilled
      the joy of harmony with Him
      in Whom
      the timeless universe remains secure.