Angel voices, ever singing Round thy throne of light: Angel harps, for ever ringing, Rest not day nor night; Thousands only live to bless thee, And confess thee Lord of might. | Yea, we know that thou rejoicest O'er each work of thine; Thou didst ears and hands and voices For thy praise combine Craftsman's art and music's measure For thy pleasure didst design. | 419 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 melody. | Honor, glory, might, and merit, Thine shall ever be! Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, Blessèd Trinity! Of the best that thou hast given, Earth and heaven render thee. | |