1. 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, Or else the theme Too high doth seem For mortal tongue. 2. Ye blessed souls at rest, Who ran this earthly race, And now, from sin released, Behold the Saviour’s face, His praises sound, As in His light With sweet delight Ye do abound. 3. Ye saints, who toil below, Adore your heavenly King, And, onward as ye go, Some joyful anthem sing; Take what He give, And praise Him still Through good and ill; Who ever lives. 4. My soul, hear 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.