Holy, Holy, Holy

Holy, holy, holy God of light and beauty, Early in the morning my song shall rise to thee; Mother-hen of mercy, Wings of warmth and safety, Late in the night my soul shall rest in thee.

All thy works are holy, Even the atom bears thee; Every gnat, each grain of sand enfolds Infinity; Matrix of things mighty, Galaxies indwell thee; Worlds crammed with heaven, each bush on fire with thee.

All thy creatures seek thee, For the darkness hides thee; Our distracted earthly eyes thy splendor cannot see; Thou alone art holy, There is none beside thee; None satisfies our deepest thirst but thee.

Holy, holy, holy, God of healing mercy, Who will be thy messenger, and who will go for thee? Holy, holy, holy, God of blazing glory, I give my all—lo, here am I, send me.

—Reginald Heber and Faith Bowman; music by John B. Dykes.
This hymn is based on the vision of the prophet Isaiah in chapter 6 of his book.