Angel voices ever singing round thy throne of light,
Angel harps forever ringing rest not day nor 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 song of sinful man?
Can we feel that thou art near us? Yea, we can.
Yea! we know that thou rejoices o’er each work of thine;
Thou didst ears and hands and voices for thy praise design;
Crafts man’s art and music’s measure for thy pleasure all combine.
Here great God today we offer of thine own to thee;
And for Thine acceptance proffer, all unworthily,
Hearts and minds and hands voices, in our choicest melody.
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. Amen