The twelve apostles join in song
With the dear prophets' goodly throng
The martyrs' noble army raise
Their voice to thee in hymns of praise.
The universal Church doth thee
Throughout the world confess to be
Thee, Father, on thy highest throne,
Thy worthy, true, and well belov'd Son,
The Comforter, ev'n the Holy Ghost,
Whereof she makes her constant boast.
Thee King of all glory, Christ, we own,
Th'eternal Father's eternal Son.
To save mankind thou hast not, Lord,
The Virgin Mary's womb abhorred;
Thou over camest death's sharp sting,
Believers unto heaven to bring;
At God's right hand thou sittest, clad
In th'glory with the Father had;
Thou shalt in glory come again,
To judge both dead and living men.
Thy servants help whom thou, O God,
Hast ransomed with that precious blood;
Grant that we share the heav'nly rest
With the happy saints eternally blest.
Help us, O Lord, from age to age,
And bless thy chosen heritage.
Nourish and keep them by thy power,
And lift them up for evermore.
Lord God, we praise thee day by day,
And sanctify thy name alway.
Keep us this day, and at all times,
From secret sins and open crimes;
For mercy only, Lord, we plead;
Be merciful to our great need.
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