At the dawn of time, there was the Word,
the life which was the breaking light of day.
His voice we've seen, his very flesh we've heard,
he makes the shattered shadows break away.
God have mercy on us all, a man
was born: not the light, and yet a light,
not the Word, and yet a voice,
drenching and drenched in the desert streams
to prepare the path of dawn.