The Book of Praise.

PART THE FIRST.

I.

THE HOLY TRINITY.

"The Catholic Faith is this: that we worship one God in Trinity, and Trinity in Unity."

I.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!

Early in the morning our song shall rise to Thee; Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and Mighty!

God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Holy, holy, holy! all the saints adore Thee,

Casting down their golden crowns around the glassy sea,

Cherubim and seraphim falling down before Thee, Which wert, and art, and evermore shalt be.

Holy, holy, holy! though the darkness hide Thee, Though the eye of sinful man Thy glory may

not see,

Only Thou art holy, there is none beside Thee,
Perfect in power, in love and purity.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty!

All Thy works shall praise Thy Name in eart and sky and sea;

Holy, holy, holy! Merciful and Mighty!

God in Three Persons, blessed Trinity!

Bishop Reginald Heber. 1827.

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Round the Lord in glory seated
Cherubim and seraphim

Fill'd His temple, and repeated
Each to each th' alternate hymn.

"Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven,
"Earth is with its fulness stor❜d;
"Unto Thee be glory given,
"Holy, holy, holy Lord!"

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:

"Lord, Thy glory fills the heaven, "Earth is with its fulness stor'd;

"Unto Thee be glory given,

"Holy, holy, holy Lord!"

Bishop Richard Mant. 1837.

III.

Holy, holy, holy, Lord,

God of hosts! When heaven and earth

Out of darkness, at Thy word,

Issued into glorious birth,

All Thy works before Thee stood,
And Thine eye beheld them good,
While they sang, with one accord,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Holy, holy, holy! Thee,

One Jehovah evermore,
Father, Son, and Spirit, we,

Dust and ashes, would adore :
Lightly by the world esteemed,
From that world by Thee redeemed,
Sing we here, with glad accord,
Holy, holy, holy Lord!

Holy, holy, holy! All

Heaven's triumphant choir shall sing,
When the ransomed nations fall
At the footstool of their King:
Then shall saints and seraphim,
Hearts and voices, swell one hymn,
Round the Throne with full accord,
Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

James Montgomery. 1853.

IV.

Te Deum Laudamus.

God eternal, Lord of all,
Lowly at Thy feet we fall,

All the earth doth worship Thee;
We amidst the throng would be.

All the holy angels cry,

Hail, thrice holy, God most High!
Lord of all the heavenly powers,
Be the same loud anthem ours.

Glorified apostles raise

Night and day continual praise;
Has Thou not a mission too

For thy children here to do?

With Thy prophets' goodly line
We in mystic bond combine;
For Thou hast to babes revealed
Things that to the wise were sealed.

Martyrs, in a noble host,

Of Thy cross are heard to boast;
Since so bright the crown they wear,
Early we Thy cross would bear.

All Thy Church in heaven and earth,
Jesus! hail Thy spotless birth;
Own the God, who all has made;
And the Spirit's soothing aid.

Offspring of a Virgin's womb;
Slain, and Victor o'er the tomb;
Seated on the Judgment-throne,
Number us among Thine own!

Day by day we magnify Thee,
And would evermore be nigh Thee:
Keep us from the Tempter's snare ;
Spare Thy people, Jesu, spare!

James Elwin Millard. 1848.

V.

Te Deum Laudamus.

Thee we adore, eternal Lord!

We praise Thy Name with one accord;
Thy saints, who here Thy goodness see,
Through all the world do worship Thee.

To Thee aloud all angels cry,

And ceaseless raise their songs on high,

Both cherubin and seraphin,

The heavens and all the powers therein.

The Apostles join the glorious throng ;
The Prophets swell the immortal song;
The Martyrs' noble army raise
Eternal anthems to Thy praise.

Thee, Holy, holy, holy King!

Thee, O Lord God of hosts, they sing :
Thus earth below, and heaven above,
Resound Thy glory and Thy love.

Anon. [1842.]

VI.

I give immortal praise

To God the Father's love, For all my comforts here

And better hopes above;

He sent His own eternal Son

To die for sins that man had done.

To God the Son belongs
Immortal glory too,

Who bought us with His blood

From everlasting woe;

And now He lives, and now He reigns,
And sees the fruit of all His pains.

To God the Spirit's name
Immortal worship give,
Whose new-creating power

Makes the dead sinner live;

His work completes the great design,
And fills the soul with joy divine.