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,
Hearts and minds and hands voices,
in our choicest melody.
Honor, glory, might, and merit
thine shall ever be,
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit
Of the best that thou hast given,
earth and heaven render thee. Amen