Holy God, we praise Thy Name;
Lord of all, we bow before Thee;
all on earth Thy scepter claim;
all in heaven above adore Thee;
infinite Thy vast domain,
everlasting is Thy reign.
Hark, the loud celestial hymn
angel choirs above are raising,
cherubim and seraphim
in unceasing chorus praising;
fill the heavens with sweet accord:
holy, holy, holy Lord!
Lo, the apostolic train
join Thy sacred Name to hallow;
prophets swell the loud refrain,
and the whiterobed martyrs follow;
and from morn till set of sun,
through the Church the song goes on.
Holy Father, Holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee;
while in essence only One,
undivided God we claim Thee;
then, adoring, bend the knee
and confess the mystery.
Christ, Thou art our glorious King,
Son of God enthroned in splendor;
but deliverence to bring
Thou all honors didst surrender,
and wast of a virgin born
humbly on that blessed morn.
As our judge Thou wilt appear,
Savior, who hast died to win us.
Help Thy servants, drawing near;
Lord, renew our hearts within us.
Grant that with Thy saints we may
dwell in everlasting day.
|Text||Latin, 4th century;
Ignaz Franz (1719-1790),
tr. Clarence Walworth (1820-1900), st. 1-4;
F. Bland Tucker (1895-1984), st. 5-7
melody from Katholisches Gesangbuch, 1686;
alt. Cantate, 1851;
harm. Charles Winfred Douglas (1867-1944), after Conrad Kocher (1786-1872)
We praise thee, O God; *
we acknowledge thee to be the Lord.
All the earth doth worship thee, *
the Father everlasting.
To thee all Angels cry aloud, *
the Heavens and all the Powers therein.
To thee Cherubim and Seraphim continually do cry: *
Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the majesty of thy glory.
The glorious company of the apostles *
The goodly fellowship of the prophets *
The noble army of martyrs *
The holy Church throughout all the world *
doth acknowledge thee,
the Father, *
of an infinite majesty,
thine adorable, true, *
and only Son,
also the Holy Ghost *
Thou art the King of glory, *
Thou art the everlasting Son *
of the Father.
When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man *
thou didst humble thyself to be born of a Virgin.
When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death, *
thou didst open the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
Thou sittest at the right hand of God, *
in the glory of the Father.
We believe that thou shalt come *
to be our judge.
We therefore pray thee, help thy servants, *
whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood.
Make them to be numbered with thy saints, *
in glory everlasting.
You are God: we praise you; *
You are the Lord; we acclaim you;
You are the eternal Father: *
All creation worships you.
To you all angels, *
all the powers of heaven,
Cherubim and Seraphim, sing in endless praise: *
Holy, holy, holy Lord, God of power and might, heaven and earth are full of your glory.
The glorious company of apostles *
The noble fellowship of prophets *
The white-robed army of martyrs *
Throughout the world *
the holy Church acclaims you;
of majesty unbounded,
your true and only Son, *
worthy of all worship,
and the Holy Spirit, *
advocate and guide.
You, Christ, *
are the king of glory,
the eternal Son *
of the Father.
When you became man to set us free *
you did not shun the Virgin's womb.
You overcame the sting of death *
and opened the kingdom of heaven to all believers.
You are seated at God's right hand *
We believe that you will come *
and be our judge.
Come then, Lord, and help your people, *
bought with the price of your own blood,
and bring us with your saints *
to glory everlasting.