Above Yon Clear Blue Sky

Above yon clear blue sky

Beyond our fee­ble sight

The God of glo­ry dwells on high

In ev­er­last­ing light.

Around His glo­ri­ous throne

The ho­ly an­gels stand;

In songs of praise their king they own

Or fly at His com­mand.

And we may praise Him

too

And serve Him here be­low;

He stoops to mark what child­ren do

Their in­most thoughts to know;

And though He reigns ab­ove

Where an­gels cease­less praise

He will ac­cept our hum­ble love

And lead us in His ways.

O may we hum­bly seek

To do His ho­ly will

And try

with thank­ful hearts and meek

To sing His prais­es still;

And then for Je­sus’ sake

Who came for us to die

Our hap­py spir­its He will take

To praise Him in the sky.