1 Holy, holy, holy Lord,
God the Father, and the Word,
God the Comforter, receive
Blessings more than we can give,
Blessings more than we can give.
2 One, inexplicably three,
Three, in simplest unity;
God, incline thy gracious ear,
Us thy lisping creatures, hear.
3 Thee while man, the earth-born, sings,
Angels shrink within their wings;
Prostrate seraphim above
Breathe unutterable love.
4 Happy they who never rest,
With thy heavenly presence blest!
They the heights of glory see,
Sound the depths of Deity!
5 Fain with them our souls would vie;
Sink as low, mount as high;
Fall, o’erwhelmed with love, or soar;
Shout, or silently adore!
Source: Triumphant Songs No.3 #148
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