Let God the Father live

For ever on our tongues;

Sinners from his first love derive

The ground of all their songs.

Ye saints, employ your breath

In honor to the Son,

Who bought your souls from hell and death

By off'ring up his own.

Give to the Spirit praise

Of an immortal strain,

Whose light, and power, and grace conveys

Salvation down to men.

While God the Comforter

Reveals our pardoned sin,

O may the blood and water bear

The same record within.

To the great One in Three

That seal this grace in heav'n,

The Father, Son, and Spirit, be

Eternal glory giv'n.