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.




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