New Face do you think the holy chorus an homage to your name all angels align in jubilee
to your record you've made free of shame vestals lot blameless all folly remembered not a made man of your own premonition a prophet of heads whim
but the master is one who made you pretty your heart still filled with that shame its the son's record you've been given no need therefore to mask your shame
its him he is perfection its him his beautiful face we behold alongside his glory now and only now neglecting our folly we feast on the masters face.....