A Song of Praise to the Eternal Three. Eph. 1. 3, 4

I. Watts         148th

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,
Hosannas 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 heaven shall raise his honours high,
When earth and time grow old and die.