A thou­sand ora­cles di­vine
Their com­mon beams unite,
That sin­ners may with an­gels join
To wor­ship God aright.

To praise a Tri­ni­ty adored
By all the hosts above,
And one thrice ho­ly God and Lord
Through end­less ag­es love.

Triumphant host! they ne­ver cease
To laud and mag­ni­fy
The tri­une God of ho­li­ness,
Whose glo­ry fills the sky.

Whose glo­ry to this earth ex­tends,
When God Him­self im­parts,
And the whole Tri­ni­ty des­cends
Into our faith­ful hearts.

By faith the up­per choir we meet,
And chal­lenge them to sing
Jehovah on His shin­ing seat,
Our mak­er, God and king.

But God made flesh is whol­ly ours,
And asks our nob­ler strain;
The Fa­ther of ce­les­ti­al pow­ers,
The friend of earth born man!

Ye se­raphs near­est to the throne,
With rap­tur­ous amaze
On us, poor ran­somed worms look down
For Hea­ven’s su­per­ior praise.

The King whose glo­ri­ous face ye see,
For us His crown re­signed;
That full­ness of the De­ity,
He died for all man­kind!