Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord of Hosts.
Isa. vi. 3.
Most high and holy Trinity!
Thou God of all compassion!
Who, in thy Godhead's likeness, me
From nothing once didst fashion;
Oh! that my secret soul might be
Filled only with the love of Thee!
Do Thou thyself my heart prepare,
Then come and make thy dwelling there.
Bend, Father, with a force divine,
To Thee each inclination;
And make my soul thine inmost shrine,
And peaceful habitation.
Forgive me, Lord, that day by day,
Vain joys have drawn my heart astray;
Now filled with Thee, let nought beside
O Father! in my soul abide.
O God the Son! thy truth make plain,
With that my mind awaken;
Forgive, that oft by fictions vain
It has been captive taken;
Henceforth let every deed and thought
Into thy service, Lord, be brought;
Draw me to Thee, and grace bestow,
To wean me from the joys below.
O Holy Ghost! thou fire of love,
My slothful will inflaming,
Thy work to do, thy will to prove,
Let me be ever aiming:
Forgive me, that my wayward mind
So oft to sin has been inclin'd;
Now let me in thy favour rest,
Thy love implanted in my breast.
Most high and holy Trinity!
Lead me from earth to heaven;
To Thee and to eternity
Let all my thoughts be given:
Oh! make me one with Thee below,
That when from earth's dark scenes I go,
In glory I may dwell with Thee,
Most high and holy Trinity!