Angel voices, ever singing, round thy throne of light
Angel harps, for ever ringing, rest not day or 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, yea, we can.

Yea, 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.

Honor, glory, might and merit, thine shall ever be
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity
Of the best that thou hast given
Earth and heaven render thee...

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