Angel, voices, ever singing

Round Thy throne of light,

Angel harps, for ever ringing,

Rest not day nor night;

Thousands only live to bless Thee,

And confess thee Lord of might.

Thou who art beyond the farthest

Mortal eys 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.

In Thy house, great God, we offer

Of Thine own to Thee,

And for Thine acceptance proffer,

All unworthy

Hearts, and minds, and hands and voices

In our choicest Psalmody.

Honour, glory, might and merit

Thine shall ever be,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,

Blessed Trinity,

Of the best that Thou has given

Earth and heaven render Thee.