The Oratories: The Doxology

The threefold heavens, of glorious height,
Are made One dwelling for Thy might,
Set upon pillars of the light.

The earth, and sea, and blue-arch'd air,
Do form below One temple fair,
Thy footstool 'neath the heavenly stair.

Sun, Moon, and Stars, in Heaven's great deep
Their living watch obedient keep,
Moving as One, and never sleep.

Angels and men and brutes beneath
Make up Creation's triple wreath,
Which only liveth in Thy breath.

In fish and birds and beasts around,
One wondrous character is found,
The skirt which doth Thy mantle bound.

And Nature's three fair realms convey
One note through this our earthly day,
Dying in distance far away.

With Three arch'd roofs Thy temple springs,
Where music spreads melodious wings,
And all around One glory brings.

And Future, Past, and Present Time,
Together build One shrine sublime,
That doth prolong the ample chime.

While spirit soul, and clay-born seat,
Warm'd by the living Paraclete,
Shall be Thy threefold mansion meet.