Infinite God, to Thee We Raise

Infinite God

to Thee we raise

Our hearts in so­lemn songs of praise

By all Thy works on earth ad­ored

We wor­ship Thee

the com­mon Lord;

The ev­er­last­ing Fa­ther own

And bow our souls be­fore Thy throne.

Thee all the choir of an­gels sings

The Lord of hosts

the King of kings;

Cherubs pro­claim Thy praise aloud

And ser­aphs shout the tri­une God;

And

Ho­ly

ho­ly

ho­ly

cry

Thy glo­ry fills both earth and sky!

God of the pa­tri­arch­al race

The an­cient seers re­cord Thy praise

The good­ly apo­sto­lic band

In high­est joy and glo­ry stand;

And all the saints and pro­phets join

To ex­tol Thy ma­jes­ty di­vine.

Head of the mar­tyrs’ no­ble host

Of Thee they just­ly make their boast;

The church

to earth’s re­mot­est bounds

Her heav­en­ly found­er’s praise re­sounds;

And strives

with those around the throne

To hymn the mys­tic Three in One.

Father of end­less majesty

All might and love they ren­der Thee;

Thy true and on­ly Son adore

The same in dig­ni­ty and pow­er;

And God the Ho­ly Ghost de­clare

The saints’ eter­nal com­fort­er.