Scripture Verse

All my inmost being, praise His holy name. Psalm 103:3


Clarence A. Walworth (1820–1900)

Words: At­trib­ut­ed to Ig­naz Franz, in Ma­ria The­re­sa’s Ka­tho­lisch­es Ge­sang­buch (Vi­en­na: cir­ca 1774) (Gross­er Gott, wir lo­ben Dich). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Clar­ence A. Wal­worth, 1858, ex­cept verse 7, which is by Hugh T. Hen­ry (1862–1946).

Music: Te De­um Ka­tho­lisch­es Ge­sang­buch (Vi­en­na, cir­ca 1774) (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tune:

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Franz (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


Holy God, we praise Thy name;
Lord of all, we bow be­fore Thee!
All on earth Thy scep­ter claim,
All in Hea­ven above adore Thee;
Infinite Thy vast do­main,
Everlasting is Thy reign.

Hark! the loud ce­les­ti­al hymn
Angel choirs above are rais­ing,
Cherubim and se­ra­phim,
In un­ceas­ing chor­us prais­ing;
Fill the hea­vens with sweet ac­cord:
Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly, Lord.

Lo! the apos­tol­ic train
Join the sac­red name to hal­low;
Prophets swell the loud re­frain,
And the white robed mar­tyrs fol­low;
And from morn to set of sun,
Through the Church the song goes on.

Holy Fa­ther, Ho­ly Son,
Holy Spir­it, Three we name Thee;
While in es­sence on­ly One,
Undivided God we claim Thee;
And ador­ing bend the knee,
While we own the mys­te­ry.

Thou art King of glo­ry, Christ:
Son of God, yet born of Ma­ry;
For us sin­ners sac­ri­ficed,
And to death a tri­bu­ta­ry:
First to break the bars of death,
Thou has op­ened Hea­ven to faith.

From Thy high ce­les­ti­al home,
Judge of all, again re­turn­ing,
We be­lieve that Thou shalt come
In the dread­ed dooms­day morn­ing;
When Thy voice shall shake the earth,
And the start­led dead come forth.

Therefore do we pray Thee, Lord:
Help Thy ser­vants whom, re­deem­ing
By Thy pre­cious blood out-poured,
Thou hast saved from Sa­tan’s schem­ing.
Give to them eter­nal rest
In the glo­ry of the blest.

Spare Thy peo­ple, Lord, we pray,
By a thou­sand snares sur­round­ed:
Keep us with­out sin to­day,
Never let us be con­found­ed.
Lo, I put my trust in Thee;
Never, Lord, aban­don me.