A Thousand Oracles Divine

A thou­sand ora­cles di­vine

Their com­mon beams unite

That sin­ners may with an­gels join

To wor­ship God aright.

To praise a Tri­ni­ty ad­ored

By all the hosts ab­ove

And one thrice ho­ly God and Lord

Through end­less ag­es love.

Triumphant host! they nev­er cease

To laud and mag­ni­fy

The tri­une God of ho­li­ness

Whose glo­ry fills the sky.

Whose glo­ry to this earth ex­tends

When God Him­self im­parts

And the whole Tri­ni­ty des­cends

Into our faith­ful hearts.

By faith the up­per choir we meet

And chal­lenge them to sing

Jehovah on His shin­ing seat

Our mak­er

God and king.

But God made flesh is whol­ly ours

And asks our nob­ler strain;

The Fa­ther of ce­les­ti­al pow­ers

The friend of earth born man!

Ye ser­aphs near­est to the throne

With rap­tur­ous amaze

On us

poor ran­somed worms look down

For Heav­en’s su­per­ior praise.

The King whose glo­ri­ous face ye see

For us His crown re­signed;

That full­ness of the De­ity

He died for all man­kind!