Father, in whom we live,
In whom we are and move,
The glo­ry, pow­er and praise re­ceive
For Thy cre­at­ing love.
Let all the an­gel throng
Give thanks to God on high,
While earth re­peats the joy­ful song
And ech­oes to the sky.

Incarnate De­ity,
Let all the ran­somed race
Render in thanks their lives to Thee
For Thy re­deem­ing grace.
The grace to sin­ners showed
Ye hea­ven­ly choirs pro­claim,
And cry Sal­va­tion to our God,
Salvation to the Lamb!

Spirit of ho­li­ness,
Let all Thy saints adore
Thy sac­red en­er­gy, and bless
Thine heart re­new­ing pow­er.
Not an­gel tongues can tell
Thy love’s ec­sta­tic height,
The glo­ri­ous joy un­speak­able,
The bea­ti­fic sight.

Eternal, Tri­une God,
Let all the hosts above,
Let all on earth be­low re­cord
And dwell up­on Thy love.
When Heav’n and earth are fled
Before Thy glo­ri­ous face,
Sing all the saints Thy love hath made
Thine ev­er­last­ing praise.