Have mer­cy on us, God most high,
Have mer­cy upon me,
Have mer­cy on us worms of earth,
Most ho­ly Tri­ni­ty!

Most an­cient of all mys­ter­ies!
Before Thy throne we lie;
Have mer­cy now, most mer­ci­ful,
Most ho­ly Tri­ni­ty!

When heav­en and earth were yet un­made,
When time was yet un­known,
Thou in Thy bliss and ma­jes­ty
Didst live and love alone!

Thou wert not born, there was no fount
From which Thy Be­ing flowed;
There is no end which Thou canst reach;
But Thou art simp­ly God.

How won­der­ful cre­ation is,
The work that Thou didst bless;
And oh! what then must Thou be like,
Eternal Love­li­ness?

How beau­ti­ful the an­gels are,
The saints how bright in bliss;
But with Thy beau­ty, Lord! com­pared,
How dull, how poor is this!

O list­en, then, most pi­ti­ful,
To Thy poor crea­ture’s heart:
It bless­es Thee that Thou art God;
That Thou art what Thou art!

Most an­cient of all mys­ter­ies!
Still at Thy throne we lie;
Have mer­cy now, most mer­ci­ful,
Most ho­ly Tri­ni­ty.