You Holy Angels Bright

You 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,

For else the theme

Too high will seem

For mortal tongue.

You blessed souls at rest,

Who ran this earthly race,

And now, from sin released,

Behold the Savior’s face;

His praises sound,

As in his sight

With sweet delight

You all abound.

Let all who toil below

Adore our heav’nly King,

And onward as we go

Our joyful anthem sing:

With one accord,

Through good or ill,

We praise him still,

Eternal Lord.

My soul, now take your part,

Acclaiming God above;

And with a well-tuned heart

Sing out the songs of love,

Let all our days

Till life shall end,

Whate’er he send,

Be filled with praise.

Tune: Darwall’s 148th

Music: John Darwall, 1731-1789

Text: Richard Baxter, 1615-1691, et al., adapted by Anthony G. Petti