We Praise Thy Name, All-Holy Lord

We praise Thy name

all-ho­ly Lord

For him

the bea­con-light

That shone beside our west­ern sea

Through mists of an­cient night;

Who sent to Ire­land’s faint­ing church

New tid­ings of Thy Word:

For Da­vid

prince of Cam­bri­an saints

We praise Thee

ho­ly Lord.

For all the saint­ly band whose pray­ers

Still gird our land about

Of whom

lest men dis­dain their praise

The voice­less stones cry out;

Our hills and vales on ev­ery hand

Their names and deeds re­cord:

For these

thy an­cient he­ro host

We praise Thee

ho­ly Lord.

Grant us but half their burn­ing zeal

But half their ir­on faith

But half their char­ity of heart

And for­ti­tude to death;

That we with them and all Thy saints

May in Thy truth ac­cord

And ev­er in Thy ho­ly Church

May praise Thee

ho­ly Lord.