Ye Holy Angels Bright

Ye ho­ly an­gels bright

Who stand be­fore God’s throne

And dwell in glo­ri­ous light

Praise ye the Lord each one.

Assist our song

or else the theme

Too high doth seem for mor­tal tongue.

Ye bless­èd souls at rest

That see your Sav­ior’s face

Whose glo­ry

e’en the least

Is far ab­ove our grace.

God’s prais­es sound

as in His sight

With sweet de­light you 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!

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!

Him mag­ni­fy always

His holy church­es all!

In Him re­joice and there pro­claim

His ho­ly name with sound­ing voice.

My soul

bear thou thy part

Triumph in God above

And with a well tuned heart

Sing thou the songs of love.

And all my days let no dis­tress

Nor fears sup­press His joy­ful praise.

Away

dis­trust­ful care!

I have Thy pro­mise

Lord:

To ban­ish all des­pair

I have Thine oath and Word:

And there­fore I shall see Thy face

And there Thy grace shall mag­ni­fy.

With Thy tri­umph­ant flock

Then I shall num­bered be;

Built on th’eter­nal rock

His glo­ry shall we see.

The heav’ns so high

With praise shall ring

And all shall sing in har­mo­ny.

My Soul

bear thou thy part:

Triumph in God above:

And with a well tuned heart

Sing thou the songs of love.

And all my days let no dis­tress

Nor fears sup­press His joy­ful praise.