Meet and right it is to sing
In ev­ery time and place,
Glory to our heav’n­ly king,
The God of truth and grace:
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanks­giv­ing join,
Holy, ho­ly, ho­ly Lord
Eternal praise be Thine!

Thee, the first-born sons of light,
In cho­ral sym­pho­nies,
Praise by day, day with­out night,
And ne­ver, ne­ver cease:
Angels and arch­an­gels all
Praise the mys­tic Three in One;
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall
O’erwhelmed be­fore Thy throne.

Vying with that hap­py choir,
Who chant Thy praise above,
We on ea­gles’ wings as­pire,
The wings of faith and love;
Thee they sing with glo­ry crowned,
We ex­tol the slaugh­tered Lamb;
Lower if our voic­es sound,
Our sub­ject is the same.

Father God, Thy love we praise,
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glo­ri­fy;
Spirit, Com­fort­er divine,
Praise by all to Thee be giv’n;
Till we in full chor­us join,
And earth is turned to Hea­ven.