7s & 6s. 1 MEET and right it is to sing, In every time and place, Glory to our heavenly King, The God of truth and grace; Join we then with sweet accord, All in one thanksgiving join, Holy, holy, holy Lord, Eternal praise be thine!
2 Thee the first-born sons of light, In choral symphonies, Praise by day, day without night, And never, never cease; Angels and archangels all Praise the mystic Three in One, Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall O'erwhelmed before thy throne.
3 Vying with that happy choir, Who chant thy praise above, We on eagles' wings aspire, The wings of faith and love; Thee they sing with glory crowned, We extol the slaughtered Lamb; Lower if our voices sound, Our subject is the same.
4 Father, God, thy love we praise, Which gave thy Son to die; Jesus, full of truth and grace, Alike we glorify; Spirit, Comforter divine, Praise by all to thee be given Till we in full chorus join, And earth is turned to heaven.