Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord (Wesley)

Holy

holy

holy

Lord

God the Fa­ther

and the Word

God the Com­fort­er

re­ceive

Blessings more than we can give!

Mixed with those be­yond the sky

Chanters to the Lord Most High

We our hearts and voic­es raise

Echoing Thy eter­nal praise.

One

in­ex­pli­ca­bly Three

Three

in simp­lest Uni­ty

God

in­cline Thy gra­cious ear

Us

Thy lisp­ing crea­tures

hear!

Thee while man

the earth-born

sings

Angels shrink with­in their wings;

Prostrate se­ra­phim above

Breathe un­ut­ter­able love.

Happy they who nev­er rest

With Thy heav­en­ly pre­sence blest!

They the heights of glo­ry see

Sound the depths of De­ity.

Fain with them our souls would vie

Sink as low

and mount as high;

Fall o’er­whelmed with love

or soar

Shout

or si­lent­ly ad­ore.