Father, before Thy throne of light

The guardian angels bends,

And ever in Thy presence bright

Their psalm adoring blend,

And casting down each golden crown

Beside the crystal sea,

With voice and lyre, in happy choir,

Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee.

And as the rainbow lustre falls

Athwart their glowing wings,

While seraph unto seraph calls,

And each Thy goodness sings:

Oh may we feel, as low we kneel

To pray Thee for Thy grace,

That Thou art here for all who fear

The brightness of Thy face.

Here where the angels see us come

To worship day by day,

Teach us to seek our heav’nly home,

And serve Thee e’en as they;

With hem to raise our notes of praise,

With them Thy love to own;

Till life’s first flow’r and fullest pow’r

Be Thine and Thine alone.