I saw…the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up, and His train filled the temple. Above it stood the seraphims…And one cried unto another, and said, Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts: the whole earth is full of His glory.@Isaiah 6:1-3

Thomas McCullagh, 1879.

Ischgl Tyrolean melody (🔊 pdf nwc).

Seraphs laud Thee, God the Father,
In the sweetest, noblest lays;
Can it be that Thou wouldst rather
Listen unto children’s praise?
Yes; Thou hearkenest to our voices,
Children’s voices though they be;
Take the glory each rejoices,
Lord of all, to render Thee.

Cherubs praise Thee, God the Savior,
In sublimest strains above;
Wilt Thou grant to us Thy favor,
And accept of children’s love?
Yes; Thou listenest to our singing,
Children’s singing though it be;
Take the hearts we all are bringing,
Sovereign Son, to Thee, to Thee.

Angels praise Thee, God the Spirit,
Source of life and light and truth;
Wilt Thou, for the Savior’s merit,
Hear the simpler songs of youth?
Thou receiv’st our adoration,
Children’s homage though it be;
Make our hearts a new creation,
Holy Spirit, fit for Thee.

Triune God, the heavens hail Thee,
Harpers, choirs, and white robed throng,
Nor shall children’s voices fail Thee
In the universal song.
Now receive our highest praises,
Children’s praises though they be;
Then to bliss at last upraise us,
Triune God, to worship Thee.