God eter­nal, migh­ty King,
Unto Thee our praise we bring;
All the earth doth wor­ship Thee;
We amid the throng would be.
Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly! cry
Angels, round Thy throne on high
Lord of all the heav’n­ly pow’rs,
Be the same loud an­them ours.

Glorified apos­tles raise
Night and day, con­tin­ual praise;
Hast not Thou a mis­sion, too,
For Thy child­ren here to do?
With the 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 the cross are heard to boast;
Oh, that we our cross may bear,
And a crown of glo­ry wear.
God eter­nal, migh­ty King,
Unto Thee our praise we bring;
To the Fa­ther, and the Son,
And the Spi­rit, Three in One.