Angel voices, ever singing
Round the throne of light;
Angel harps, forever 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 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 measure,
For thy pleasure, all combine.

In thy house, great God, we offer
Of thine own to thee,
And for thy acceptance proffer,
All unworthily,
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 hast given
Earth and heaven render thee.