O, O, said God, when at one word
the day burst forth from night:
O light, O lovely, God declared,
astounded by the sight.
O, O, cried Mary in alarm
when God begged her assent:
O mystery, O yes, she said,
unknowing what it meant.
O, O, a swimming Peter said
when Christ called through the mist:
O You, O Lord, his heart confessed,
unable to resist.
O, O, the longing church has sighed
through all things ill and well:
O Day, O Mystery, O Lord,
O come, Emmanuel!
And when our healing comes at last
we’ll hear a word we know;
for heaven makes but one sweet sound:
it’s O and O and O!
Note: May be sung to Brother James’ Air by repeating last two lines in each stanza.