Holy, holy, holy Lord,
God the Father, and the Word,
God the Comforter receive
Blessings more than we can give.
One, inexplicably three,
One, in simplest unity:
God, incline Thy gracious ear,
Us Thy lisping creatures hear.
Thee while man, the earth-born, sings,
Angels shrink within their wings;
Prostrate seraphim above
Breathe unutterable love.
Happy they who never rest,
With Thy heavenly presence blessed!
They the heights of glory see,
Sound the depths of Deity!
Fain with them our souls would vie;
Sink as low, and mount as high;
Fall, o’erwhelmed with love, or soar;
Shout, or silently adore!
Written by Charles Wesley
Copied from my grandmother’s hymnal, Hymn Book, Methodist Episcopal Church, South: Nashville, TN, 1901, Hymn #5.
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