264. Ye holy angels bright
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Darwall:
John Darwall, 1770
Richard Baxter, 1681;
Alt., Richard R. Chope, 1857
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, For else the theme Too high doth seem For mortal tongue. | Ye blessèd 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 light With sweet delight Ye do abound. | Ye saints, who toil below, Adore your heavenly King, And onward as ye go Some joyful anthem sing; Take what he gives And praise him still, Through good or ill, Who ever lives! | My soul, bear thou thy part, Triumph in God above: And with a well-tuned heart Sing thou the songs of love! Let all thy days Till life shall end, Whate'er he send, Be filled with praise. | |