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| THEE, 1 Sovereign God, our grateful Accents praise; | |
| We own thee Lord, and bless thy wondrous ways; | |
| To thee, Eternal Father, Earth’s whole Frame | |
| With loudest Trumpets sounds immortal Fame. | |
| Lord God of Hosts! for thee the heav’nly Pow’rs | 5 |
| With sounding Anthems fill the vaulted Tow’rs. | |
| Thy Cherubims thrice Holy, Holy, Holy cry; | |
| Thrice Holy, all the Seraphims reply, | |
| And thrice returning Echoes endless Songs supply. | |
| Both Heav’n and Earth thy Majesty display; | 10 |
| They owe their Beauty to thy glorious Ray. | |
| Thy Praises fill the loud Apostles’ Quire: | |
| The Train of Prophets in the Song conspire. | |
| Legions of Martyrs in the Chorus shine, | |
| And vocal Blood with vocal Musick join. | 15 |
| By these thy Church, inspir’d by heav’nly Art, | |
| Around the World maintains a second Part, | |
| And tunes her sweetest Notes, O God, to thee, | |
| The Father of unbounded Majesty; | |
| The Son, ador’d Co-partner of thy Seat, | 20 |
| And equal everlasting Paraclete. | |
| Thou King of Glory, Christ, of the Most High | |
| Thou co-eternal filial Deity; | |
| Thou who, to save the World’s impending Doom, | |
| Vouchsaf’dst to dwell within a Virgin’s Womb; | 25 |
| Old Tyrant Death disarm’d, before thee flew | |
| The Bolts of Heav’n, and back the Foldings drew, | |
| To give access, and make thy faithful way; | |
| From God’s right Hand thy filial Beams display. | |
| Thou art to judge the Living and the Dead; | 30 |
| Then spare those Souls for whom thy Veins have bled. | |
| O take us up amongst thy blest above, | |
| To share with them thy everlasting Love | |
| Preserve, O Lord! thy People, and enhance | |
| Thy Blessing on thine own Inheritance. | 35 |
| For ever raise their Hearts, and rule their ways, | |
| Each Day we bless thee, and proclaim thy Praise; | |
| No Age shall fail to celebrate thy Name, | |
| No Hour neglect thy everlasting Fame. | |
| Preserve our Souls, O Lord, this Day from Ill; | 40 |
| Have Mercy on us, Lord, have Mercy still: | |
| As we have hop’d, do thou reward our Pain; | |
| We’ve hop’d in thee, let not our Hope be vain. | |
