O God, we praise Thee, and con­fess
That Thou the on­ly Lord
And ev­er­last­ing Fa­ther art,
By all the earth ad­ored.

To Thee all an­gels cry aloud;
To Thee the pow’rs on high,
Both che­ru­bim and se­ra­phim,
Continually do cry.

O ho­ly, ho­ly, ho­ly, Lord,
Whom heav’n­ly hosts ob­ey,
The world is with the glo­ry filled
Of Thy ma­jes­tic sway!

Th’apos­tles’ glo­ri­ous com­pa­ny,
And pro­phets crowned with light,
With all the mar­tyrs’ no­ble host,
Thy con­stant praise re­cite.

The ho­ly Church through­out the world,
O Lord, con­fess­es Thee,
That Thou eter­nal Fa­ther art,
Of bound­less ma­jes­ty.

Thine hon­ored, true and on­ly Son;
And Holy Ghost, the Spring
Of ne­ver ceas­ing joy; O Christ
Of glo­ry Thou art king.