1
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
God of hosts When heav'n and earth,
Out of darkness, at Thy word
Issued into glorious birth,
All Thy works before Thee stood,
And Thine eye beheld them good,
While they sang with sweet accord,
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
2
Holy, holy, holy, Lord,
One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit, we,
Dust and ashes, would adore;
Lightly by the world esteem'd,
From that world by Thee redeem'd,
Sing we here with glad accord,
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
3
Holy, holy, holy, All
Heav'n's triumphant choir shall sing
While the ransom'd nations fall
At the footstool of their King;
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Harps and voices, swell one hymn,
Blending in sublime accord,
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
Amen