See the local churches,

See the local churches, ' Midst the earth's dark night; Jesus' testimony, Bearing Him as light. Form by Him, unmeasured, In the Spirit's mold — All are one in nature. One pure work of gold.

See the local churches, ' Midst the earth's dark night; Burning in the Spirit, Shining forth with Christ.

God in Christ, embodied, As God's lampstand, He Has become the Spirit, The reality. Spirit as the lampstand Has been multiplied; Many local churches, Now are realized!

Caring for the churches Is the Son of Man: Voice of many waters, Stars in His right hand; Eyes aflame; His face is Shining as the sun; Churches — fear no trial, He's the living One!

What can quench the lampstands? Who can them defy? More the opposition — More they multiply! Deeper darkness 'round them, Brighter do they shine. They are constituted With the life divine.

Soon the local churches Shall the Bride become, Bringing in that city — New Jerusalem. Then the many lampstands Shall one lampstand be; Triune God expressing, Universally.

Lo, from heav'n descending, All the earth shall see God's complete expression, For eternity.