Holy, Holy, Holy Lord (Wordsworth)

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly

Lord

God of hosts

eter­nal King

By the heav’ns and earth ad­ored!

Angels and arch­an­gels sing

Chanting ev­er­last­ing­ly

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

Since by Thee were all things made

And in Thee do all things live

Be to Thee all hon­or paid;

Praise to Thee let all things give;

Singing ev­er­last­ing­ly

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

Thousands

tens of thou­sands

stand

Spirits blest

be­fore Thy throne

Speeding thence at Thy com­mand

And

when Thy be­hests are done

Singing ev­er­last­ing­ly

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

Cherubim and se­ra­phim

Veil their fac­es with their wings;

Eyes of an­gels are too dim

To be­hold the King of kings

While they sing eter­nal­ly

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

Thee apos­tles

pro­phets thee

Thee the no­ble mar­tyr band

Praise with so­lemn ju­bi­lee;

Thee

the Church in ev­ery land;

Singing ev­er­last­ing­ly

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

In Thy name bap­tized are we

With Thy bless­ing are dis­missed;

And Thrice-Ho­ly chant to Thee

In the ho­ly Eu­cha­rist;

Life is one dox­ol­ogy

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.

To the Fa­ther; and the Son

Who for us did deign to die;

And to God the Ho­ly One

Who the Church doth sanc­ti­fy;

Sing we with glad ju­bi­lee

Hallelujah! Lord

to Thee.

Hallelujah! Lord

to Thee

Father

Son and Ho­ly Ghost

Godhead one

and Per­sons three

Join we with the heav’n­ly host

Singing ev­er­last­ing­ly

To the bless­èd Tri­ni­ty.