12 And I turned back to see the voice which spoke with me; and having turned, I saw seven golden lamps, 13 and in the midst of the [seven] lamps [one] like [the] Son of man, clothed with a garment reaching to the feet, and girt about at the breasts with a golden girdle: 14 his head and hair white like white wool, as snow; and his eyes as a flame of fire; 15 and his feet like fine brass, as burning in a furnace; and his voice as the voice of many waters; 16 and having in his right hand seven stars; and out of his mouth a sharp two-edged sword going forth; and his countenance as the sun shines in its power.
Holy and True amidst departure sore,
Thy faithful word reviewing all our ways,
Thy feet like brass, Thy voice like waters deep,
Our hearts laid bare before Thy searching gaze.