Written Richard Baxter
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.
Ye blessed souls at rest,
Who ran this earthly race,
And now, from sin released,
Behold the Savior’s face,
God’s praises sound, as in His sight
With sweet delight ye do abound.
All nations of the earth,
Extol the world’s great King;
With melody and mirth
His glorious praises sing;
For He still reigns, and will bring low
The proudest foe that Him disdains.
Sing forth Jehovah’s praise,
Ye saints, that on Him call!
Him magnify always
His holy churches all!
In him rejoice, and there proclaim
His holy Name with sounding voice.
My soul, bear thou thy part,
Triumph in God above;
With a well tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love;
Thou art his own, who precious blood
Shed for thy good His love made known.
Away, distrustful care!
I have Thy promise, Lord:
To banish all despair,
I have Thine oath and Word:
And therefore I shall see Thy face
And there Thy grace shall magnify.
With Thy triumphant flock
Then I shall numbered be;
Built on th’eternal Rock,
His glory shall we see.
The heav’ns so high
With praise shall ring
And all shall sing in harmony.
