Infinite Thy vast domain,
Everlasting is Thy reign.
Hark! the loud celestial hymn
Angel choirs above are raising!
Cherubim and seraphim
In unceasing chorus praising,
Fill the heavens with sweet accord:
Holy! holy! holy Lord!
Lo! the apostolic train
Join Thy sacred name to hallow!
Prophets swell the loud refrain,
And the white-robed martyrs follow;
And from morn till set of sun.
Through the Church, the song goes on.
Holy Father, holy Son,
Holy Spirit, Three we name Thee,
While in essence only One,
Undivided God, we claim Thee,
And adoring bend the knee.
While we own the mystery.
Thou art King of Glory, Christ!
Son of God, yet born of Mary,
For us sinners sacrificed,
And to death a tributary:
First to break the bars of death.
Thou hast opened heaven to faith.
Reflections
This is the will of God — your sanctification (i Thess. iv. 3).
What things a man shall sow, those also shall he reap (Gal. vi. 8).
The fashion of this world passeth away (i Cor. vii. 31). What shall it profit a man, if he gain the whole world,
