Bright the vision that delighted
Once the sight of Judah’s seer;
Sweet the countless tongues united
To entrance the prophet’s ear.
Round the Lord in glory seated
Cherubim and seraphim
Filled his temple, and repeated
Each to each the alternate hymn:
‘Lord, your glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto you be glory given,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord.’
Heaven is still with glory ringing,
Earth takes up the angels’ cry,
‘Holy, Holy, Holy,’ singing,
‘Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.’
With his seraph train before him,
With his holy Church below,
Thus conspire we to adore him,
Bid we thus our anthem flow:
‘Lord your glory fills the heaven;
Earth is with its fullness stored;
Unto you be glory given,
Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord.’