Lord, Thy Glory Fills the Heaven

Lord

Thy glo­ry fills the heav­en;

Earth is with its full­ness stored;

Unto Thee be glo­ry gi­ven

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord!

Heaven is still with glo­ry ring­ing;

Earth takes up the an­gels’ cry

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly sing­ing

Lord of Hosts

the Lord Most High.

Ever thus

in God’s high prais­es

Brethren

let our tongues unite

While our thought His great­ness raises

And our love His gifts ex­cite;

With His ser­aph train be­fore Him

With His ho­ly Church be­low

Thus con­spire we to adore Him

Bid we thus our an­them flow.

Lord

Thy glo­ry fills the heav­en;

Earth is with its full­ness stored;

Unto Thee be glo­ry gi­ven

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord!

Thus Thy glo­ri­ous name con­fess­ing

We adopt the an­gels’ cry

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly bless­ing

Thee

the Lord of Hosts Most High!