Thy Glory Fills the Heavens

1Lord, thy glory fills the heavens, Earth is with its fullness stored; Unto thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord.

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

3Ever thus, in God's high praises, Brethren, let our tongues unite, While our thoughts his greatness raises, And our love his gifts requite.

4With his seraph train before him, With his holy church below, Thus unite we to adore him, Bid we thus our anthems flow.