Text: | Holy, Holy, Holy, Blessed Lord |
Author: | Karl von Gerok |
1 Holy, holy, holy, blessed Lord!
All the choirs of heaven now adore Thee;
O that I might join that great white host,
Casting down their golden crowns before Thee,
Casting down their golden crowns before Thee.
2 Look on me, a creature of the dust,
Pity me, though i have naught of merit;
Let me bring to Thee for Jesus' sake
Humble praises of a contrite spirit,
Humble praises of a contrite spirit.
3 Bend Thine ear, dear Lord, and hear my prayer;
Cleanse me in Thy blood for sinners given;
Deck me in the robe of spotless white
Thou hast promised to Thy bride in heaven,
Thou hast promised to Thy bride in heaven.
Amen.
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First Line: | Holy, holy, holy, blessed Lord! |
Title: | Holy, Holy, Holy, Blessed Lord |
Author: | Karl von Gerok |
Publication Date: | 1937 |