Bright the vision that delighted
Once the sight of Judah’s seer,
Sweet the countless tongues united
To entrance the prophet’s ear.

Round the Lord in glory seated
Cherubim and seraphim
Filled His temple, and repeated
Each to each the alternate hymn.

Lord, Thy glory fills the Heav­en;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels’ cry,
Holy, holy, holy, singing,
Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.

Ever thus in God’s high praises,
Brethren, let our tongues unite;
Chief the heart when duty raises
God-ward at His mystic rite.

With His seraph train before him,
With His holy Church below,
Thus conspire we to adore Him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow!

Lord, Thy glory fills the Heav­en;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto Thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Thus Thy glorious name confessing,
We adopt Thy angels’ cry,
Holy, holy, holy, blessing
Thee the Lord of hosts most high!