We give immortal praise to God the Father's love
for all our comforts here, and better hopes above:
he sent his own eternal Son,
to die for sins that man had done.
To God the Son belongs immortal glory too,
who bought us with his blood from everlasting woe:
and now he lives, and now he reigns,
and sees the fruit of all his pains.
To God the Spirit's name immortal worship give,
whose new-creating power makes the dead sinner live:
his work completes the great design,
and fills the soul with joy divine.
Almighty God, to thee be endless honours done,
the undivided Three, and the mysterious One:
where reason fails with all her powers,
there faith prevails, and love adores.
-Isaac Watts