The Glory of His Innocents

His glory in His Image all can see
Profusely scattered by His Image made,
Yet it’s obscured by sin from Adam’s tree,
And we live under Devil’s man-made shade.

His Image in the womb we try to kill
And Rachel wails as many children die,
But Image will not always their graves fill–
Will rise, forever live by Savior’s side. 

Among us here His glory for us raised
In Son, Begotten of His Image born,
And joined with Him we give His glory praise
As He becomes ourselves with Him adorned.

All Innocents His glory will become
As fully human we live in His home.