Ignaz Franz; Clarence A Walworth
Holy God, we praise your name;
Lord of all, we bow before Thee.
Saints on earth your rule acclaim;
all in heaven above adore Thee.
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 heavens 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 Thee,
though in essence only one;
undivided God, we claim you,
and, adoring, bend the knee
while we own the mystery.