Angel voices, ever singing,

Round Thy throne of light,

Angel harps, for ever ringing,

Rest not day nor night;

Thousands only live to bless

Thee,

And confess Thee

Lord of might.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thou who art beyond the farthest

Mortal eye can scan,

Can it be that Thou regardest

Songs of sinful man?

Can we know that Thou art near

us

And wilt hear us?

Yea, we can.

 

 

 

 

 

 

In Thy house, great God, we offer

Of thine own to Thee,

And for Thine acceptance proffer,

All unworthily,

Hearts, and minds, and hands,

and voices

In our choicest

Psalmody.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honour, glory, might, and merit

Thine shall ever be,

Father, Son and Holy Spirit,

Blessed Trinity

Of the best that Thou hast given

Earth and heaven

Render Thee.