| lyric | Glory to the Lord sublime,
the First, the Father of Creation,
to whom our psalms stammer,
although most wonderful isHe,
in conceivable and in effable.
Into our souls from the altar
at His throne comes pouring a flame.
Rejoicing, Joy of Heaven,
that we live and we can
marvel at his greatness.
Glory also be to Him from us at the graves,
although on the lowest steps of His throne,
the archangel’s crown cast down,
and the raptureof His songs of praise resounds.
Glory be an thanks and praise
to God Almighty, the First of All,
with out beginning, and who will not cease!
Who gave dwellers in the dust promise of life eternal.
Glory and praise to Thee, Lord sublime,
the First of All, Father of Creation!
Onconceivable, oh, Got almighty. |