Ye holy angels bright


Ye holy angels bright,
Who wait at God’s right hand
Or through the realms of light,
Fly at your Lord’s command.
Assist our song, for else the theme
Too high doth seem for mortal tongue.

Ye blessèd souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race,
And now, from sin released,
Behold the Saviour’s face.
God’s praises sound, as in His sight
With sweet delight ye 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!

My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above,
And with a well tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love.
Let all thy days Till life shall end
Whate’er he send be filled with praise.