| Infinite God, to Thee we raiseOur hearts in solemn songs of praise,
 By all Thy works on earth adored,
 We worship Thee, the common Lord;
 The everlasting Father own,
 And bow our souls before Thy throne.
 Thee all the choir of angels sings,The Lord of hosts, the King of kings;
 Cherubs proclaim Thy praise aloud,
 And seraphs shout the Triune God;
 And, “Holy, holy, holy,” cry,
 “Thy glory fills both earth and sky!”
 God of the patriarchal race,The ancient seers record Thy praise,
 The goodly apostolic band
 In highest joy and glory stand;
 And all the saints and prophets join
 To extol Thy majesty divine.
 Head of the martyrs’ noble host,Of Thee they justly make their boast;
 The church, to earth’s remotest bounds,
 Her heavenly Founder’s praise resounds;
 And strives, with those around the throne,
 To hymn the mystic Three in One.
 Father of endless majesty,All might and love they render Thee;
 Thy true and only Son adore,
 The same in dignity and power;
 And God the Holy Ghost declare,
 The saints’ eternal Comforter.
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