8,8,8,8,4,4,4,4 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. |