You holy angels bright

You 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,
or else the theme
too high will seem
for mortal tongue.

2. You faithful souls at rest,
who ran this earthly race,
and now from sin released
behold your Saviour’s face:
his praises sound
and all unite
in sweet delight
to see him crowned.

3. You saints who serve below,
adore your heavenly king,
and as you onward go
your joyful anthems sing:
take what he gives
and praise him still
through good and ill,
who ever lives.

4. So take, my soul, your part;
triumph in God above,
and with a well-tuned heart
sing out your songs of love:
let all our days,
through all he sends,
till this life ends,
be filled with praise!