To him that chose us first,

Before the world began;

To him that bore the curse

To save rebellious man;

To him that formed

Our hearts anew

Is endless praise

And glory due.

The Father's love shall run

Through our immortal songs;

We bring to God the Son

Hosannahs on our tongues:

Our lips address

The Spirit's name

With equal praise,

And zeal the same.

Let every saint above,

And angel round the throne,

For ever bless and love

The sacred Three in One;

Thus heav'n shall raise

His honors high,

When earth and time

Grow old and die.