Praise to God who reigns ab­ove,
Binding earth and Heav’n in love;
All the ar­mies of the sky
Worship His dread sov­er­eign­ty.

Seraphim His prais­es sing,
Cherubim on four­fold wing,
Thrones, do­min­ions, princ­es, powe­rs,
Marshaled might that nev­er cow­ers.

Speeds th’arch­an­gel from His face,
Bearing mes­sages of grace;
Angel hosts His words ful­fill,
Ruling na­ture by His will.

Yet on man they joy to wait,
All that bright ce­les­ti­al state,
For in man their Lord they see,
Christ, th’in­car­nate de­ity.

On the throne their Lord who died
Sits in man­hood glo­ri­fied;
Where His people faint be­low
Angels count it joy to go.

Oh, the depths of joy di­vine,
Thrilling through those or­ders nine,
When the lost are found again,
When the ban­ished come to reign!

Now in faith, in hope, in love,
We will join the choirs ab­ove,
Praising, with the heav’n­ly host,
Father, Son and Ho­ly Ghost.