A thousand oracles divine
Their common beams unite,
That sinners may with angels join
To worship God aright.
To praise a Trinity adored
By all the hosts above;
And one thrice holy God and Lord
Through endless ages love.
Triumphant host! they never cease
To laud and magnify
The Triune God of holiness
Whose glory fills the sky.
Whose glory to this earth extends
When God Himself imparts,
And the whole Trinity descends
Into our faithful hearts.
By faith the upper choir we meet,
And challenge them to sing;
Jehovah, on His shining seat,
Our Maker and our King.
But God made flesh is wholly ours
And asks our nobler strain:
The Father of celestial powers,
The Friend of earth-born man.
Written by Charles Wesley
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #2.
Note: The hymns in this hymnal are not titled. So when I do not know the hymn, I make up a title. Such is the case with this one.
Photo taken in Milton, FL, 2018