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,
While our thought His great­ness raises,
And our love His gifts ex­cite;
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 the an­gels’ cry,
Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly bless­ing
Thee, the Lord of Hosts Most High!