Lancelot Andrewes · 18 of 61
Praise
Up with our hearts; we lift them to the Lord. O how very meet, and right, and fitting, and due, in all, and for all, at all times, places, manners, in every season, every spot, everywhere, always, altogether, to remember Thee, to worship Thee, to confess to Thee, to praise Thee, to bless Thee, to hymn Thee, to give thanks to Thee, Maker, nourisher, guardian, governor, preserver, worker, perfecter of all, Lord and Father, King and God, fountain of life and immortality, treasure of everlasting goods. Whom the heavens hymn, and the heaven of heavens, the Angels and all the heavenly powers, one to other crying continually,— and we the while, weak and unworthy, under their feet,— Holy, Holy, Holy Lord the God of Hosts; full is the whole heaven, and the whole earth, of the majesty of Thy glory. Blessed be the glory of the Lord out of His place, For His Godhead, His mysteriousness, His height, His , His almightiness, His eternity, His . The Lord is my strength, my stony rock, and my defence, my deliverer, my succour, my buckler, the horn also of my salvation and my refuge.