Ye holy angels bright, <br />Who stand before God's throne <br />And dwell in glorious light, <br />Praise ye the Lord each one. <br />Assist our song, or else the theme <br />Too high doth seem for mortal tongue. <br /> <br />Ye blessed souls at rest, <br />That see your Savior’s face, <br />Whose glory, e’en the least, <br />Is far above our grace. <br />God’s praises sound, as in His sight <br />With sweet delight you do abound. <br /> <br />Ye saints, who toil below, <br />Adore your heavenly King, <br />And onward as ye go <br />Some joyful anthem sing; <br />Take what He gives and praise Him still, <br />Through good or ill, Who ever lives! <br /> <br />All nations of the earth, <br />Extol the world's great King: <br />With melody and mirth <br />His glorious praises sing, <br />For He still reigns, and will bring low <br />The proudest foe that Him disdains. <br /> <br />Sing forth Jehovah's praise, <br />Ye saints, that on Him call! <br />Him magnify always <br />His holy churches all! <br />In Him rejoice and there proclaim <br />His holy Name with sounding voice. <br /> <br />My soul, bear thou thy part, <br />Triumph in God above, <br />And with a well tuned heart <br />Sing thou the songs of love. <br />And all my days let no distress <br />Nor fears suppress His joyful praise. <br /> <br />Away, distrustful care! <br />I have Thy promise, Lord: <br />To banish all despair, <br />I have Thine oath and Word: <br />And therefore I shall see Thy face <br />And there Thy grace shall magnify. <br /> <br />With Thy triumphant flock <br />Then I shall numbered be; <br />Built on th’eternal Rock, <br />His glory shall we see. <br />The heav’ns so high <br />With praise shall ring <br />And all shall sing in harmony.<br /><br />Richard Baxter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ye-holy-angels-bright/
