Classic Poem

O trinity, O blessed light,
O Unity, most principal!
The fiery sun now leaves our sight,
Cause in our hearts thy beams to fall.

Let us with songs of praise divine,
At morn and evening thee implore,
And let our glory bow'd to thine,
Thee glorify for ever-more.

To God the Father glory great,
And glory to his only Son,
And to the Holy Paraclete,
Both now and still while ages run.