In realms of glory, scenes where angels sing,
Heaven is the dwelling-place of God our King.
Hallowed Thy name, which doth all names transcend,
Be Thou adored, our great Almighty Friend;
Thy glory shines beyond creation’s bound;
Name us ’mong those Thy choicest gifts surround.
Thy kingdom towers beyond Thy starry skies;
Kingdom Satanic falls, but Thine shall rise.
Come let Thine empire, O Thou Holy One,
Thy great and everlasting will be done.