Father, Thine elect who lovest

Verse 1

Father, Thine elect who lovest With an everlasting love; Savior, who the bar removest From the holy home above; Spirit, daily meetness bringing For the glory there upstored; List to Thy glad people singing, Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Verse 2

Lord, with sin-bound souls Thou bearest, Struggling towards this strain divine; Glad on mortal lips Thou hearest That thrice awful name of Thine. But Thou listenest, O how sweetly! When from holy lips outpoured, Rings through Heaven this strain full meetly, Holy, holy, holy, Lord!

Verse 3

Shall we, Lord, meet voices never Bring to that eternal hymn? Hallow us to help the endeavor Of Thy pure-lipped seraphim: Hark! their own high strain we bring Thee; Listen to the full accord! Sweet the song we ever sing Thee, Holy, holy, holy, Lord!