High on the mountain Moses prayed, 'Show me your face: my sins forgive!' Stern answer came - 'No mortal eye may see the face of God and live.' Your ancient law was mercy, Lord; - so searing your eternal Light, the vision there withheld would crush the poor defence of mortal sight. Not so with him, the 'man in Christ'; caught up to Paradise, he heard unutterable, secret sounds; in heavenly form he saw your Word. Veiled not in darkness, but in flesh that Word is now for all to see; yes, see, and touch, and mock, and scorn and crucify upon a Tree. But this is your mysterious grace: to fashion blessing from our blight - there to foreshow, that mortal strength in weakness scales perfection's height. For beauty speaks not to the proud, nor wisdom to complacent minds: your weakness and your strength impart, through which each soul its heaven finds.