Ye Holy Angels Bright (Darwell's 148th)

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
For else the theme
Too high doth seem
For mortal tongue

Ye blessed souls at rest
Who ran this earthly race
And now, from sin released
Behold the Saviour's face

God's praises sound
As in his sight
With sweet delight
Ye do abound

Ye saints, who toil below
Adore your heavenly King
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing

Take what he gives
And praise him still
Through good or ill
Who ever lives!

My soul, bear 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



Credits
Writer(s): Richard Marlow, Richard Baxter, John Darwall
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