William Billings - No. 45 - текст песни (слова)

To him that chose us first,
 Before the world began;
 To him that bore the curse
 To save rebellious man;
   To him that formed
   Our hearts anew
   Is endless praise
   And glory due.
 
 The Father's love shall run
 Through our immortal songs;
 We bring to God the Son
 Hosannas on our tongues:
   Our lips address
   The Spirit's name
   With equal praise,
   And zeal the same.
 
 Let every saint above,
 And angel round the throne,
 For ever bless and love
 The sacred Three in One;
   Thus heav'n shall raise
   His honors high,
   When earth and time
   Grow old and die.