YE HOLY ANGELS BRIGHT

[1]
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,
or else the theme
too high will seem
for mortal tongue.

[2]
You blessed souls at rest,
who ran this earthly race,
and now, from sin released,
behold the Saviour's face,
his praises sound,
as in his sight
with sweet delight
you do abound.

[3]
You saints who toil below,
adore your heavenly King,
and onward as you go
some joyful anthem sing;
take what he gives
and praise him still
through good and ill,
who ever lives.

[4]
All nations of the earth,
extol the world's great King:
with melody and mirth
his glorious praises sing.
In him rejoice,
and there proclaim
his holy name
with sounding voice.

[5]
My soul, bear thou thy part:
triumph in God above,
and with a well-tuned heart
sing out the songs of love;
and all my days,
let no distress
nor fears suppress
his joyful praise.