Classic Poem

Glory be to God the Father,
To the Son and Holy Ghost.
Let our swelling voices gather
Strains from yonder heavenly host.

By the power divine that gave us
Life, and light, and joyous days,
And Thine own dear Son to save us,
God the Father, hear our praise.

By the form in human fashion,
Love, and tears, and bitter pain,
By Thy death, and by Thy passion,
God the Son, receive our strain.

By the gentle dove descending,
By each impulse pure and high,
Joy and peace and comfort blending,
God the Spirit, hear our cry.

Highest praise in earth and Heaven,
To the Father and the Son,
To the Holy Ghost be given,
The Eternal Three in One.