Lord God, We All to Thee Give Praise

Lord God

we all to Thee give praise

Thanksgivings meet to Thee we raise

That an­gel hosts Thou didst cre­ate

Around Thy glo­ri­ous throne to wait.

They shine with light and heav’n­ly grace

And con­stant­ly be­hold Thy face;

They heed Thy voice

they know it well

In god­ly wis­dom they ex­cel.

They nev­er rest nor sleep as we;

Their whole de­light is but to be

With Thee

Lord Je­sus

and to keep

Thy lit­tle flock

Thy lambs and sheep.

The an­cient dra­gon is their foe;

His en­vy and his wrath they know.

It al­ways is his aim and pride

Thy Christ­ian peo­ple to di­vide.

As he of old de­ceived the world

And in­to sin and death was hurled

So now he subt­ly lies in wait

To ru­in school and Church and state.

A roar­ing lion round he goes

No halt nor rest he ev­er knows;

He seeks the Christ­ians to de­vour

And slay them by his dread­ful pow­er.

But watch­ful is the an­gel band

That fol­lows Christ on ev­ery hand

To guard His people where they go

And break the coun­sel of the Foe.

For this

now and in days to be

Our praise shall rise

O Lord

to Thee

Whom all the an­gel hosts ad­ore

With grate­ful songs for­ev­er­more.