Verse 1
A thousand oracles divine
Their common beams unite,
That sinners may with angels join
To worship God aright;
To praise a Trinity ador’d
By all his host above,
And One Thrice holy God and Lord
Thro’ endless ages love.

Verse 2
Triumphant host! They never cease
To laud and magnify
The Tri-une God of holiness,
Whose glory fills the sky;
Whose glory to this earth extends,
While God himself imparts,
And the whole Trinity descends
Into our faithful hearts.

Verse 3
By faith the upper quire 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 a nobler strain,
The Father of celestial powers,
The friend of earth-born man.

Verse 4
Ye seraphs nearest to the throne,
With rapturous amaze
On us, poor, ransom’d worms look down,
For heaven’s superior praise:
The King whose glorious face ye see,
For us his crown resign’d;
That fulness of the deity,
He died for all mankind!