Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of Hosts

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord

God of Hosts! When Heav’n and earth

Out of dark­ness

at Thy Word

Issued in­to glo­ri­ous birth

All Thy works be­fore Thee stood

And Thine eye be­held them good

While they sang with sweet ac­cord

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly

Lord!

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly! Thee

One Je­ho­vah ev­er­more

Father

Son

and Spir­it

we

Dust and ash­es

would ad­ore;

Lightly by the world es­teemed

From that world by Thee re­deemed

Sing we here with glad ac­cord

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord!

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly! All

Heaven’s tri­umph­ant choirs shall sing

When the ran­somed na­tions fall

At the foot­stool of their king:

Then shall saints and se­ra­phim

Hearts and voic­es

swell one hymn

Round the throne with full ac­cord

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord!