Ancient of Days

Ancient of Days

who sit­test throned in glo­ry

To Thee all knees are bent

all voic­es pray;

Thy love has blessed

The wide world’s won­drous story

With light and life since Ed­en’s dawn­ing day.

O Ho­ly Fa­ther

who hadst led Thy child­ren

In all the ag­es

with the fire and cloud

Through seas dry shod

Through wea­ry wastes be­wild­er­ing;

To Thee

in rev­er­ent love

our hearts are bowed.

O Holy Je­sus

Prince of Peace and Sav­ior

To Thee we owe the peace that still pre­vails

Stilling the rude

Wills of men’s wild be­hav­ior

And calm­ing pas­sion’s fierce and stor­my gales.

O Ho­ly Ghost

the Lord and the Life­giv­er

Thine is the quick­en­ing pow­er that gives in­crease;

From Thee have flowed

As from a plea­sant riv­er

Our plen­ty

wealth

pros­pe­ri­ty and peace.

O Tri­une God

with heart and voice ador­ing

Praise we the good­ness that doth crown our days;

Pray we that Thou

Wilt hear us

still im­plor­ing

Thy love and fa­vor kept to us al­ways.