Scripture Verse

Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of His glory. Isaiah 6:3


Mary A. Lathbury (1841–1913)

Words: Mary A. Lath­bu­ry, 1877 (vers­es 1–2) & 1879 (vers­es 3–4). She wrote this hymn, and Break Thou the Bread of Life, on the shores of Lake Chau­tau­qua, New York.

Music: Chau­tau­qua Will­iam F. Sher­win, 1877 (🔊 pdf nwc). For an­oth­er ar­range­ment, see Lord, Our Lord, Thy Glo­ri­ous Name.

William F. Sherwin (1826–1888)


Day is dy­ing in the west;
Heav’n is touch­ing earth with rest;
Wait and wor­ship while the night
Sets the ev­en­ing lamps alight
Through all the sky.


Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly, Lord God of Hosts!
Heav’n and earth are full of Thee!
Heav’n and earth are prais­ing Thee,
O Lord most high!

Lord of life, be­neath the dome
Of the uni­verse, Thy home,
Gather us who seek Thy face
To the fold of Thy em­brace,
For Thou art nigh.


While the deep­en­ing sha­dows fall,
Heart of love en­fold­ing all,
Through the glo­ry and the grace
Of the stars that veil Thy face,
Our hearts as­cend.


When for­ev­er from our sight
Pass the stars, the day, the night,
Lord of an­gels, on our eyes
Let eter­nal morn­ing rise
And sha­dows end.