F. de Giardini, 1769 Now rule in every heart, 4 To the great One in Three The highest praises be, Hence evermore; C. Wesley, 1757 2 Heaven is still with glory ringing, Earth takes up the angels' cry, "Holy, holy, holy," singing, "Lord of hosts, the Lord Most High!" With His seraph train before Him, With His holy Church below, Thus conspire we to adore Him, Bid we thus our anthem flow: 3 "Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy holy, holy, Lord!" Thus Thy glorious Name confessing, "Holy, holy, holy!" blessing Thee, the Lord of hosts Most High. R. Mant, 1837 And hail Him as thy matchless King Thro' all eternity. A - men. 2 Crown Him the Lord of love; Rich wounds, yet visible above No angel in the sky Can fully bear that sight, But downward bends his wond'ring eye At mysteries so bright. 3 Crown Him the Lord of peace, Whose power a sceptre sways From pole to pole, that wars may cease, And all be prayer and praise. His reign shall know no end, And round His pierced feet Fair flowers of Paradise extend Their fragrance ever sweet. 4 Crown Him the Lord of years, All hail, Redeemer, hail! 3 Hast Thou not bid us love Thee, God and King? All, all Thine own, soul, heart, and strength, and mind; I see Thy cross-there teach my heart to cling: Oh, let me seek Thee, and oh, let me find. 4 Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; 5 Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love,- G. Croly, 1854 |