Te Deum, English verse paraphrase

THEE, sovereign God, our grateful accents praise;
We own thee Lord, and bless thy wond'rous ways.
To thee, Eternal Father, earth's whole frame,
With loudest trumpets sounds immortal fame.
Lord God of Hosts! to thee the heavenly powers,
With sounding anthems fill thy vaulted towers.
The cherubim thrice Holy, Holy, Holy, cry:
Thrice Holy all the seraphim reply,
And thrice returning echoes, endless songs supply.
Both heaven and earth thy Majesty display;
They owe their beauty to thy glorious ray.
Thy praises fill the loud Apostles' choir:
The train of prophets in the song conspire.
Legions of martyrs in the chorus shine,
And vocal blood with vocal music join.
By these thy Church, inspir'd with heavenly art,
Around the world maintains a second part;
And tunes her sweetest notes, O God, to thee,
The Father of unbounded majesty;
The Son, ador'd copartner of thy seat,
And equal everlasting Paraclete.
Thou King of Glory, Christ of the Most High,
Thou co-eternal filial Deity:
Thou, who, to save the world's impending doom,
Vouchsaf'dst to dwell within a virgin's womb:
Old tyrant Death disarm'd; before thee flew
The bolts of heaven, and back the foldings drew.
To give access, and make the faithful way;
From God's right hand thy filial beams display.

Thou art to judge the living and the dead:
Then spare those souls, for whom thy veins have bled.
O take us up amongst the blest above,
To share with them thy everlasting love.
Preserve, O Lord, thy people, and enhance
Thy blessing on thine own inheritance.
For ever raise their hearts, and rule their ways:
Each day we bless thee, and proclaim thy praise:
No age shall fail to celebrate thy name;
Nor hour neglect thy everlasting fame.
Preserve our souls, O Lord, this day from ill:
Have mercy on us, Lord! have mercy still.
As we have hop'd, do thou reward our pain:
We've hoped in thee, let not our hope be vain.

V. Let us bless the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

R. Let us praise and extol him for ever.