O Thou, the One Supreme, O thou, the deathless King, Be Thou my only theme: Grant me Thyself to sing. To Thee the hymn, to Thee the praise, Celestial choirs for ever raise. | For Thee the ages run In order as was given; For Thee shines forth the sun, The day-born eye of heaven: For Thee the moon, and grand array Of stars, hold on their nightly way. | 94 With reasonable soul For Thee learns favoured man His passions to control, And the Divine to scan; For Thou of all Creator art, Thou madst the whole and every part. | All march in ordered band: O'er all Thou hold'st the reins: All creatures of Thy hand Thy Providence sustains. For Thou the word didst speak--'twas done-- That Word of Thine is God the Son. | For of same honour He, Thine own begotten Son, In form and quality With Thee the Father one: Who placed all things in harmony, That over all He King might be. | 95 And all Thy works infolding In bonds of love and truth, The Spirit all-upholding, Renews creation's youth Foreseeing, He for all provides, And Guardian over all presides. | Thee, Thee, the Triune King, The One Eternal Lord, Thee evermore I'll sing, By earth and heaven adored, The Three in One, the One in Three, The ever-living Trinity. | Immovable of mind, Of ways past mortal ken, The boundless, undefined, Wisdom's deep origin, Upholder of the heavenly towers, Ruler of all created powers. | 96 Beginning none, nor end: The self-sprung Light art Thou: We cannot comprehend, But to Thy Brightness bow, Whose eye, repelling mortal gaze, All things above, below, surveys. | Unseen, yet ever near, Father, propitious be: This my petition hear, This boon accord to me: That Light to serve through endless day, And have my sins all washed away; | That I, with conscience clear From every evil thought, May love with filial fear, And worship as I ought, Pure holy hands and heart upraising, And Christ the Lord for ever praising. | 97 To Thee I bend the knee; When He shall come, grant me, That I His glory see, That I His servant be: When He shall come--shall come again; When He shall come--shall come to reign. | Father, propitious be! On me Thy mercy show! Bow down Thine ear to me, On me Thy grace bestow; For Thine the glory, Thine the grace, While countless ages run their race. | |