The Hymn of St. Ambrose, called Te Deum, &c

Most Glorious God, we here present
Our joyful praise to thee;
The only God, the Lord of all,
Confessing thee to be.

Th' eternal Father, Lord of all,
Thy works do thee proclaim,
For all are made to honour thee,
And glorifie thy name.

Thee the blest Angels magnifie,
The Heav'ns and Powers thee praise;
Cherubs and all the glorious spirits
Do cry to thee always

Most Holy, Holy, Holy God,
The universal Lord,
Thy present glorious Majesty
Fills heaven and all the world.

The glorify'd Apostles there
Praise thee continually;
With them the blessed Prophets joyn
Thy name to magnifie.

There are the Martyrs noble hosts
Employed in thy praise;
Thy holy Church in heav'n and earth
Acknowledge thee always.

Father in greatness infinite,
Thy One, True, Glorious Son;
The Holy Ghost the Comforter,
Christ's Advocate with Man.

O Christ, thou art of Glory King,
And thee we all confess
The Father's everlasting Son,
His Image most express.

When to save lost and sinful man,
Man's Nature thou wouldst choose,
To take flesh in a Virgin's womb
Thy love did not refuse.

When thou for sinners suffered'st death,
Conquered'st and rose agen,
Heaven's Kingdom thou didst open set
To all true faithful men.

Into the heaven's ascended, now
Thou sit'st at God's right hand,
And in the Father's Glory dost
Both Heaven and Earth command.

With all the faithful we believe
Thou wilt in Glory come
To be our Judge, and on all men
To pass the final doom.

Now therefore help thy servants, Lord,
Whom thou redeemed hast
So dearly with thy precious blood,
And let them not be lost.

O let us with the blessed Saints
In Glory numbred be;
And with them everlastingly
Sing praises unto thee.

Save thou thy chosen people, Lord,
Bless thine inheritance;
Rule and preserve them, and with thee
In glory them advance.

It is our daily sacred work
Thy Name to glorifie;
World without end we would thee praise
And ever magnifie.

Vouchsafe us, Lord, thy grace this day
Our souls from sin to save;
Have mercy on us, sinners, Lord,
It's mercy which we crave.

Lord, let thy mercy fall on us,
In it confide we must;
Lord, let not me confounded be,
For in thee do I trust.