Lord! thy glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto thee be glory given,
Holy, holy, holy Lord.

2 Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels' cry --
"Holy, holy, holy!" singing,
"Lord of hosts! the Lord most high!"

3 Ever thus in God's high praises,
Brethren! let our tongues unite;
Chief the heart when duty raises
God-ward at his mystic rite.

Richard Mant, 1828.