Ye holy Angels bright, Which stand before God's throne,
And dwell in glorious light, Praise ye the Lord each one.
You there so nigh Are much more meet
Than we the feet, For things so high.
You blessed souls at rest That see your Saviour's face,
Whose glory, even the least, Is far above our grace;
God's praises sound, As in his sight
With sweet delight You do abound.
All nations of the earth, Extol the world's great King;
With melody and mirth His glorious praises sing.
For he still reigns; And will bring low
The proudest foe That him disdains.
Sing forth Jehovah's praise, Ye saints that on him call;
Magnify him always; His holy churches all
In him rejoice;And there proclaim
His Holy Name With sounding voice.
Ye holy angels bright,
who wait at God's right hand,
or through the realms of light
fly at your Lord's command,
assist our song,
for else the theme
too high doth seem
for mortal tongue.
Ye blessed souls at rest,
who ran this earthly race
and now, from sin released,
behold your Savior's face,
his praises sound,
as in his sight
with sweet delight
ye do abound.
Ye saints, who toil below,
adore your heavenly King,
and onward as ye go
some joyful anthem sing;
take what he gives
and praise him still,
through good or ill,
who ever lives!
My soul, bear thou thy part,
triumph in God above:
and with a well-tuned heart
sing thou the songs of love!
Let all thy days
till life shall end,
whate'er he send,
be filled with praise!
Darwall's 148th is a great hymn tune. The descant on the 4th verse is awesome.