ANGEL VOICES EVER SINGING

Round Thy throne of light,

Angel harps forever 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?

Yes, we can.

Yes, we know that Thou rejoicest

O'er each work of Thine;

Thou didst ears and hands and voices

For Thy praise design;

Craftsman's art and music's measure

For Thy pleasure

All combine.

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,

Blessèd Trinity.

Of the best that Thou hast given

Earth and heaven

Render Thee