O Lord, O King,
magnificent in the stronghold of heaven,
always worthy of praise.
In your grace for your people:
to whom the hosts of cherubim sing in endless praise:
the heavenly armies sing high praise to you,
and the seraphim reply to them:
enthroned as King above,
whom all orders of angels in their beauty praise without ceasing,
on us, your servants, always:
your one only Church throughout the world sings to you.
The sun, the moon, and stars, the land and sea, always serve you:
your saints, the heirs of the eternal country,
one and all with utter joy proclaim you in a most worthy strain:
O gentle Son of Mary,
O King of Kings,
on those you have ransomed from the power of death
by your own blood:
O noblest unbegotten, yet begotten Son,
having no beginning of age,
yet excelling all things,
on this your congregation in your pity:
O Sun of Righteousness,
in all unclouded glory,
supreme dispenser of justice,
in that great day when you will come to be our judge,
on this your people, who here stand before your presence,
in your pity:
Lord, then have mercy on us. Amen.
Source: Dunstan of Canterbury
Source of this version: Freely modified from Prayers of the Middle Ages, edited by J. Manning Potts, 1954.