The final element in the sermon told by this Martyrs Window falls into place in the top panel of the right-hand light. A priest, standing before the Altar, is shown at that point in the Mass when the newly consecrated Host, surrounded in glorious radiance, is elevated in praise: "The offering to God of the Sacrifice of Praise and Thanksgiving" in Fr Maynard's words. The priest is vested in a green chasuble—green being the colour of growth and perseverance, and the Altar is recognizably the same as that in the Communion panel of the central light, namely, the Altar of the Cathedral at Dogura. Beyond the priest, in the distance, is a vision of the Eternal City of God, the New Jerusalem, coming down out of Heaven.
The resolution of the themes of Beauty, Truth and Goodness is to be found in "The Sacrifice of Praise" at the Altar of God: showing the goodness of God and the truth of Christ in the beauty of sacrifice, which is the vindication of goodness. In Maynard's reading, across the top panels we move from natural beauty, through ecclesiastical beauty, to supernatural beauty at the Altar—beauty in the Sacrament and in the vision of the Eternal City of God.
In his sermons on the window, Fr Maynard quotes the 19th century poet Lucy Larcom. This poem captures important elements of Maynard's thinking about the window—we begin with nature, pass through redemption ... to glory.
TransfiguredYes, heaven has come down to meet us;
It hangs in our atmosphere;
Its beautiful open secret
Is whispered in every ear.
And everywhere, here and always,
If we would but open our eyes,
We should find, through these beaten footpaths,
Our way into Paradise.
We should walk there with one another;
Nor halting, disheartened, wait
To enter a dreamed-of City
By a far-off, shadowy Gate.
Dull earth would be dull no longer;
The clod would sparkle a gem;
And our hands, at their commonest labor,
Would be building Jerusalem.
For the clear, cool river of Eden
Flows fresh through our dusty streets;
We may feel its spray on our foreheads
Amid wearisome noontide heats.
We may share the joy of God's angels,
On the errands that He has given;
We may live in a world transfigured,
And sweet with the air of heaven.
Lucy Larcom, 1824--1893