Hail, Holy Ghost! Jehovah!

Hail

Ho­ly Ghost! Je­ho­vah! Third

In or­der of the Three;

Sprung from the Fa­ther and the Word

From all eter­ni­ty!

Thy God­head brood­ing o’er th’ab­yss

Of form­less wa­ters lay;

Spoke in­to or­der all that is

And dark­ness in­to day.

In low­est hell

or Heav­en’s height

Thy pre­sence who can fly?

Known is the Fa­ther to Thy sight

The depths of de­ity.

Thy pow­er thro’ Je­su’s life dis­played

Quite from the vir­gin’s womb

Dying

His soul an of­fer­ing made

And raised Him from the tomb.

God’s im­age

which our sins de­stroy

Thy grace re­stores be­low

And truth and ho­li­ness and joy

From Thee their fount­ain flow.

Hail

Holy Ghost! Je­ho­vah! Third

In or­der of the Three

Throned with the Fa­ther and the Word

Through all eter­ni­ty.