A hymn of glory let us sing;
New hymns throughout the world shall ring;
By a new way none ever trod,
Christ mounteth to the throne of God.
May our affections thither tend,
And thither constantly ascend,
Where, seated on the Father’s throne,
Thee, reigning in the heavens, we own!
Be Thou our present Joy, O Lord,
Who wilt be ever our Reward;
And as the countless ages flee,
May all our glory be in Thee!
Bede, Tr. Elizabeth Rundle Charles
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