You ho-ly an-gels bright,
Who wait at God's right hand,
Or through the realms of light
Fly at your Lord's com-mand,
As-sist our song,
For else the theme too high does seem
For mor-tal tongue
You bles-sed souls at rest,
Who ran this earth-ly race,
And now, from sin re-leased,
Be-hold the Sav-ior's face,
God's prais-es sound,
As in His light with sweet de-light
You do a-bound.
All na-tions of the earth,
Ex-tol the world's great King;
With mel-o-dy and mirth
His glo-rious prai-ses sing;
For He still reigns,
And will bring low the proud-est foe
That Him dis-dains.
Sing forth Je-ho-vah's praise,
You saints, that on Him call!
Him mag-ni-fy al-ways,
His ho-ly church-es all!
In Him re-joice,
And there pro-claim His ho-ly name
With sound-ing voice.
My soul, bear thou your part,
Tri-umph in God a-bove,
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing now the songs of love;
You are His own,
Whose pre-cious blood shed for your good
His love made known.
A-way, dis-trust-ful care!
I have your pro-mise, Lord;
To ban-ish all des-pair,
I have your oath and word;
And there-fore I
Shall see your face and there your grace
Shall mag-ni-fy.
With your tri-umph-ant flock
Then I shall num-bered be;
Built on th'e-ter-nal Rock,
His glo-ry we shall see.
The heavens so high
With praise shall ring and all shall sing
In har-mo-ny.
Ye saints, who toil be-low,
A-dore your heaven-ly King,
And on-ward as ye go
Some joy-ful an-them sing;
Take what He gives
And praise Him still, through good and ill,
Who ev-er lives.
My soul, bear thou thy part,
Tri-umph in God a-bove,
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love;
Let all thy days
Till life shall end, what-e'er He send,
Be filled with praise.