All Saints. L. M. Praise to the Trinity |
Praise to the Trinity (391) Blest be the Father and his love, To whose celestial source we owe Rivers of endless joy above, And rills of comfort here below. 2 Glory to thee, great Son of God! From whose dear, wounded body rolls A precious stream of vital blood -- Pardon and life for dying souls 3 We give the sacred Spirit praise, Who, in our hearts of sin and woe, Makes living springs of grace arise, And into boundless glory flow. 4 Thus, God, the Father, God, the Son, And God, the Spirit, we adore; That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore. Isaac Watts, 1709.
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