Holy God, we praise your name; Lord of all, we bow before you. Saints on earth your rule acclaim; all in heav'n above adore you. Infinite, your vast domain; everlasting is your reign.
Hark, the glad celestial hymn angel choirs above are raising; cherubim and seraphim, in unceasing chorus praising, fill the heav'ns with sweet accord: "Holy, holy, holy Lord!"
Lo, the apostolic train joins your sacred name to hallow; prophets swell the glad refrain, and the white-robed martyrs follow; and from morn to set of sun, through the church the song goes on.
Holy Father, Holy Son, Holy Spirit, Three we name you, though in essence only One; undivided God, we claim you, and, adoring, bend the knee while we own the mystery.