BRIGHT the vision that delighted Once the sight of Judah’s seer; Sweet the countless tongues united To entrance the prophet’s ear:
‘Lord, Thy glory fills the Heaven; Earth is with its fulness stored; Unto Thee be glory given, Holy, holy, holy Lord!’
Round the Lord in glory seated Cherubim and seraphim Filled His temple, and repeated Each to each the alternate hymn:
Heaven is still with glory ringing, Saints take up the angels’ cry, ‘Holy, holy, holy,’ singing, ‘Lord of hosts, Thou Lord most high’:
With His seraph-train before Him, With His ransomed church below, Thus unite we to adore Him, Bid we now our praises flow:
Richard Mant, 1776-1848