Maker, in whom we live, in whom we are and move, the glory, power, and praise receive for your creating love. Let all the angel throng give thanks to God on high, while earth repeats the joyful song and echoes to the sky.
Incarnate Deity, let all the ransomed race render in thanks their lives to you for your redeeming grace. The grace to sinners showed your heavenly choirs proclaim, and cry, “Salvation to our God, salvation to the Lamb!”
Spirit of Holiness, let all your saints adore your sacred energy, and bless your heart-renewing power. No angel tongues can tell your love’s ecstatic height, the glorious joy unspeakable, the beatific sight.
Eternal, Triune God, let all the hosts above, let all on earth below record and dwell upon your love. When heaven and earth are fled before your glorious face, sing all the saints your love has made your everlasting praise.
-Charles Wesley, “Maker, in Whom We Live”