The Triune One

Blessed be the Father of all grace, To whose eternal source we owe

Rivers of joy in His embrace, And the balm of comfort here below.

We give immortal praise To God the Father's love,

For all my pleasures here, And better hopes above:

He sent his own Eternal Son

To die for sins That man had done.

Glory to the great Son of God, From whose dear wounded body flows

A precious stream of vital blood, Pardon and life for dying souls.

To God the Son eternal glory goes

Who bought us with his wounds From everlasting woes

And now he lives, And now he reigns,

And sees the fruit Of all his pains.

We give the Holy Spirit praise, Who in our hearts of sin and woe

Makes living springs of grace arise, and into boundless glory flow.

To God the Spirit's precious name unending worship give,

Whose new-creating power Makes the dead sinner live:

His work completes The great design,

And fills the soul With joy divine.

Thus God the Father, God the Son, and God the Spirit, we adore;

That sea of life and love unknown, Without a bottom or a shore.

Almighty God! To you be all honor and service done,

The undivided Three, And the mysterious One:

Where reason fails With all her powers,

There faith prevails And love adores.

Adapted from Isaac Watts

Anthony Foster

July 22, 2018