1 You 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.

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

3 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.

4 Sing forth Jehovah's praise,
you saints, that on him call!
Him magnify always,
his holy churches all!
In him rejoice, and there proclaim
his holy name with sounding voice.

5 My soul, bear now your part,
triumph in God above;
with a well-tuned heart
sing now the songs of love;
you are his own, whose precious blood
shed for your good his love made known.
6 Away, distrustful care!

I have your promise, Lord;
to banish all despair,
I have your oath and word;
and therefore I shall see your face
and there your grace shall magnify.

7 With your triumphant flock
then I shall numbered be;
built on th'eternal Rock,
his glory we shall see.
The heav'ns so high with praise shall ring
and all shall sing in harmony.