Angels Holy, High and Lowly

Angels ho­ly

high and low­ly

Sing the prais­es of the Lord!

Earth and sky

all liv­ing na­ture

Man the stamp of thy cre­at­or

Praise ye

praise ye

God the Lord!

Sun and moon bright

night and moon­light

Starry temp­les az­ure-floored

Cloud and rain

and wild winds’ mad­ness

Sons of God that shout for glad­ness

Praise ye

praise ye

God the Lord!

Ocean hoa­ry

tell His glo­ry

Cliffs

where tumb­ling seas have roared

Pulse of wa­ters

blithe­ly beat­ing

Wave ad­vanc­ing

wave re­treat­ing

Praise ye

praise ye

God the Lord!

Rock and high­land

wood and is­land

Crag where ea­gle’s pride hath soared;

Mighty mount­ains

pur­ple breast­ed

Peaks cloud-cleav­ing

snowy crest­ed

Praise ye

praise ye

God the Lord!

Rolling riv­er

praise Him ev­er

From the mount­ain’s deep vein poured;

Silver fount­ain

clear­ly gush­ing

Troubled tor­rent

mad­ly rush­ing

Praise ye

praise ye

God the Lord!

Bond and free man

land and sea man

Earth

with peo­ples wide­ly stored;

Wanderer lone o’er prair­ies am­ple

Full-voiced choir

in cost­ly tem­ple

Praise ye

praise ye

God the Lord!

Praise Him ev­er

boun­te­ous Giv­er!

Praise Him

Fa­ther

friend and Lord!

Each glad soul its free course wing­ing

Each blithe voice its free song sing­ing

Praise the great and migh­ty Lord!