1 Lord God, to Thee we give all praise,
With grateful hearts our voices raise,
That angel hosts Thou didst create
Around Thy glorious throe to wait.
2 They shine with light and heav'nly grace
And constantly behold Thy face;
They heed Thy voice, they know it well,
In godly wisdom they excel.
3 They never rest nor sleep as we;
Their whole delight is but to be
With Thee, Lord Jesus, and to keep
Thy little flock, Thy lambs and sheep.
4 The ancient dragon is their foe;
His envy and his wrath they know.
It always is his aim and pride
Thy Christian people to divide.
5 As he of old deceived the world
And into sin and death has hurled,
So he now subtly lies in wait
To undermine both Church and state.
6 A roaring lion, round he goes,
No halt nor rest he ever knows;
He seeks the Christians to devour
And slay them in his dreadful pow'r.
7 But watchful is the angel band
That follows Christ on ev'ry hand
To guard His people where they go
And break the counsel of the foe.
8 For this, now and in days to be,
Our praise shall rise, O Lord, to Thee,
Whom all the angel hosts adore
With grateful songs forevermore.
Source: Lutheran Service Book #522
|First Line:||Lord God we all to Thee give praise|
|Title:||Lord God, We All to Thee Give Praise|
|Latin Title:||Dicimus grates tibi, summe rerum|
|Translator (sts. 1-10, 14, 16):||E. Cronenwett (alt.)|
|Translator (sts. 11-13, 15):||Joseph Augustus Seiss (alt.)|