Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
God the Fa­ther, and the Word,
God the Com­fort­er, receive
Blessings more than we can give!
Mixed with those beyond the sky,
Chanters to the Lord Most High,
We our hearts and voices raise,
Echoing Thy eter­nal praise.

One, inexplicably Three,
Three, in simplest Unity,
God, incline Thy gracious ear,
Us, Thy lisping creatures, hear!
Thee while man, the earth-born, sings,
Angels shrink within their wings;
Prostrate seraphim above
Breathe unutterable love.

Happy they who ne­ver rest,
With Thy heavenly presence blest!
They the heights of glo­ry see,
Sound the depths of Deity.
Fain with them our souls would vie,
Sink as low, and mount as high;
Fall o’erwhelmed with love, or soar,
Shout, or silently adore.