Blest be the Fa­ther and His love,
To whose ce­les­ti­al source we owe
Rivers of end­less joy above,
And rills of com­fort here be­low.

Glory to Thee, great Son of God,
From whose dear wound­ed bo­dy rolls
A pre­cious stream of vi­tal blood,
Pardon and life for dy­ing souls.

We give the sac­red Spir­it praise,
Who in our hearts of sin and woe
Makes liv­ing springs of grace arise,
And in­to bound­less glo­ry flow.

Thus God the Fa­ther, God the Son,
And God the Spir­it, we ad­ore;
That sea of life and love un­known,
Without a bot­tom or a shore.