Holy God, We Praise Your Name

Holy God, we praise your name;
Lord of all, we bow before you.
Saints on earth your rule acclaim;
all in heaven above adore you.
Infinite your vast domain;
everlasting is your reign.

Hark, the glad celestial hymn
angel choirs above are raising;
cherubim and seraphim,
in unceasing chorus praising,
fill the heavens with sweet accord:
“Holy, holy, holy Lord!”

Lo, the apostolic train
joins your sacred name to hallow;
prophets swell the glad refrain,
and the white-robed martyrs follow;
and from morn to set of sun,
through the church the song goes on.

Holy Father, holy Son,
Holy Spirit, three we name you,
though in essence only one;
undivided God, we claim you,
and, adoring, bend the knee
while we own the mystery.

You are King of glory, Christ:
Son of God, yet born of Mary;
For us sinners sacrificed,
In the earth your body buried.
First to break the bars of death,
You have opened Heaven to faith.

From your high celestial home,
Judge of all, again returning,
We believe that you will come
In the promised new day’s morning;
When your voice will shake the earth,
And the risen dead come forth.

Spare your people, Lord, we pray,
By a thousand snares surrounded:
Keep us without sin today,
Never let us be confounded.
Lo, I put my trust in you;
Never, Lord, abandon me.


The text is a loose paraphrase of the Te Deum
Original German attributed to Ignace Franz, c. 1774
English translation by Clarence A. Walworth, 1858