Oh tell me the story of Ages.
Let the Master of Ages unfold.
Spoke from the lips of an angel.
Told from a heart of pure gold.

Tell me how God the Eternal
In that time that was long ago.
Projected himself into matter,
So the way home we'd know.

He saw how alone we were feeling.
He knew how far we had strayed.
Our senses were tossing and reeling.
As to idols and statues we prayed.

How sadly the creature was praying,
To things that he himself had made.
Instead of co-equal with the creator.
We were limiting our self to the grave.