Hymn for Trinity Sunday
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!