Psalm of Praise

Glory be to God above
Praise be Christ the Son
Blessed be the Sacred Dove
Thou art the Holy One

Thy beauty is beyond compare
Thy strength is far untold
Thy loveliness, fairest of fair
Thy might none can behold

If I should of thy beauty sing
What words could I compose?
None are fitting for my king
Nor any to come close

If I should speak of thy great strength
What shall I use to measure?
None will ever reach its length
Nor full worth its treasure

If I thy loveliness should see
Where could I hide my face?
None can bear to look on thee
Nor live to meet thy gaze

If I thy might and power should boast
What creature can compare?
None of thy angelic host
Nor any man would dare

Thy beauty is a sacred bliss
Thy strength a boundless power
Thy loveliness no match to this
Thy might an endless tower

Praising thee is sweet delight
Throughout unnumbered years
Sweeter yet they glisten bright
The joy of sacred tears

Glory be to God above
Praise be Christ the Son
Blessed be the Sacred Dove
Almighty three in one