Ho-ly god, we praise thy name; Lord of all, we bow be-fore thee! All on earth thy scep-ter claim, All in heav-en a-bove a-dore thee; In-fin-ite thy vast do-main, Ev-er-last-ing is thy reign. Hark! the loud ce-les-tial hymn An-gel choirs a-bove are rais-ing, Cher-u-bim and ser-a-phim, In un-ceas-ing chor-us prais-ing; Fill the heav-ens with sweet ac-cord: Ho-ly, ho-ly, ho-ly, lord. Lo! the a-pos-tol-ic train Join the sa-cred name to hal-low; Pro-phets swell the loud re-frain, And the white-robed mar-tyrs fol-low; And from morn to set of sun, Through the church the song goes on. Ho-ly fa-ther, ho-ly son, Ho-ly spir-it, three we name thee; While in es-sence on-ly one, Un-di-vid-ed god we claim thee; And a-dor-ing bend the knee, While we own the mys-ter-y.