God eter­nal, Lord of all,
Lowly at Thy feet we fall;
All the earth doth wor­ship Thee;
We amidst the throng would be.

All the ho­ly an­gels cry,
Hail, thrice ho­ly, God most high!
Lord of all the hea­ven­ly pow­ers;
Be the same loud an­them ours.

Glorified apos­tles raise
Night and day con­tin­ual praise;
Hast Thou not a mis­sion, too,
For Thy child­ren here to do?

With Thy pro­phets’ good­ly line
We in mys­tic bond com­bine;
For Thou hast to babes re­vealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.

Martyrs, in a no­ble host,
Of Thy cross are heard to boast;
Since so bright the crown they wear,
Early we Thy cross would bear.

All Thy Church in Heav’n and earth
Jesus, hail Thy spot­less birth,
Own the God who all has made,
And the Spir­it’s sooth­ing aid.

Offspring of a vir­gin’s womb,
Slain, and vic­tor o’er the tomb,
Seated on the judg­ment throne,
Number us among Thine own.!

Day by day we mag­ni­fy Thee,
And would ev­er­more be nigh Thee:
Keep us from the tempt­er’s snare;
Spare Thy peo­ple, Je­su, spare!