Angel voices, ever singing, round thy throne of light

Angel harps, for ever ringing, rest not day or 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 songs of sinful man

Can we know that thou art near us

And wilt hear us, yea, we can.



Yea, we know that thou rejoicest o'er each work of thine

Thou didst ears and hands and voices for thy praise design

Craftsman's art and music's measure

For thy pleasure all combine.



In thy house, great God, we offer of Thine own to Thee

And for Thine acceptance proffer all unworthily

Hearts and minds and hands and voices

In our choicest psalmody.



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...