God eternal, mighty King,
Unto Thee our praise we bring;
All the earth doth worship Thee;
We amid the throng would be.
Holy, holy, holy! cry
Angels, round Thy throne on high
Lord of all the heav’nly pow’rs,
Be the same loud anthem ours.

Glorified apostles raise
Night and day, continual praise;
Hast not Thou a mission, too,
For Thy children here to do?
With the prophets’ goodly line
We in mystic bond combine;
For Thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.

Martyrs, in a noble host,
Of the cross are heard to boast;
Oh, that we our cross may bear,
And a crown of glory wear.
God eternal, mighty King,
Unto Thee our praise we bring;
To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, Three in One.