Lord, with sin-bound souls Thou bearest,
                                        
                                        Struggling towards this strain divine;
                                        
                                        Glad on mortal lips Thou hearest
                                        
                                        That thrice awful Name of Thine.
                                        
                                        But Thou listenest, O how sweetly!
                                        
                                        When from holy lips outpoured,
                                        
                                        Rings through Heaven this strain full meetly,
                                        
                                        “Holy, holy, holy, Lord!”