Thou art the Son beloved,

The image of our God;

Thou art the saints' dear portion,

Imparted thru Thy blood.

Among all God's creation

Thou art the firstborn One;

By Thee all was created,

All for Thyself to own.

Thou art before all creatures,

In Thee all things consist;

Of all Thou art the center,

By Thee all things subsist.

Thou art the sole beginning,

The Firstborn from the dead;

And for the Church, Thy Body,

Thou art the glorious Head.

Because it pleased the Father,

All fulness dwells in Thee,

That Thou might have the first place

In all we ever see.

All things Thou reconciledst

To God by Thy shed blood,

To thus present us holy

And blameless unto God.

In Thee God's fulness dwelleth,

Thou art God's mystery;

The treasures of all wisdom

And knowledge are in Thee.

Thou art the hope of glory,

In us Thou dost abide;

In Thee we are perfected

And God is satisfied.

All things are but a shadow

Which unto us reveal

Thyself, in whom we're rooted,

The only One that's real.

Enjoying all Thy riches,

Thy fulness we will be;

We'll hold Thee, as Thy Body,

And grow with God in Thee.

With Thee in God we're hidden,

Thou art in us our life;

Thy peace in us presiding,

We rest from all our strife.

In the new man, Thy Body,

Thou art all in all;

Our all-inclusive Savior,

Thyself we'll ever call.