Ho-ly god, we praise thy name;
Lord of all, we bow be-fore thee!
All on earth thy scep-ter claim,
All in heav-en a-bove a-dore thee;
In-fin-ite thy vast do-main,
Ev-er-last-ing is thy reign.
Hark! the loud ce-les-tial hymn
An-gel choirs a-bove are rais-ing,
Cher-u-bim and ser-a-phim,
In un-ceas-ing chor-us prais-ing;
Fill the heav-ens with sweet ac-cord:
Ho-ly, ho-ly, ho-ly, lord.
Lo! the a-pos-tol-ic train
Join the sa-cred name to hal-low;
Pro-phets swell the loud re-frain,
And the white-robed mar-tyrs fol-low;
And from morn to set of sun,
Through the church the song goes on.
Ho-ly fa-ther, ho-ly son,
Ho-ly spir-it, three we name thee;
While in es-sence on-ly one,
Un-di-vid-ed god we claim thee;
And a-dor-ing bend the knee,
While we own the mys-ter-y.