HYMN FOR TRINITY SUNDAY.

Now, the shining worlds along,

Rises high the angel-song,

Where the emerald rainbows spread,

Glorious round the Eternal head;

Where upon the sapphire throne,

Beams the mystic sardin-stone;

And where veiling seraphs bow,

Crying Holy, Holy, thou!

Thou who art, and art to be

Glorified eternally,

And forevermore adored;

Holy, Holy, Holy Lord!

Streams on earth a dimmer day,

Where thy lowly people pray:

Yet rejoicing in thy light,

And adoring thee aright,

Father, Son, and Holy Ghost;

We, with all the heavenly host,

Here on earth would bend and bow,

Crying Holy, Holy, thou!

Thou who art, &c.

So, forever till we die,

Holy, Holy may we cry!

So forever, honour thee

Glorious God, the Trinity!

Still confessing thee but one,

Father, Holy Ghost and Son,

Till with angel choirs we bow,

Crying Holy, Holy thou,

Thou who art, and art to be

Glorified eternally,

And forevermore adored;

Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord!