The holy angels sing

1 The Holy Angels sing,
Through the endless days,
One neverending song
Of glad triumphant praise.
The Holy Angels come
To help us on our way;
Ye blessed ones! forbear,
And close beside us stay.

2 Forbear with all our sins,
Our wayward selfish will;
Our penitence accept,
And guide and bless us still.
"Heirs of Salvation" made
Within His Holy Place,
The Angels now behold
Our Heavenly Father's Face!

3 They worship, evermore
On His Eternal Throne,
The perfect God and Man,
The sole Begotten One.
Yet, day and night they guard
His little ones from ill,
And by their works of love,
They do His perfect will.

4 O gracious Father! grant
That we, so loved and blest,
Like them, from praise and love
May never, never rest.
Now to the Lamb, once slain,
Blessing and thanks be given,
By Angels and by men,
On earth, as, aye, in Heaven!

Amen.

Source: Voices of Praise: for school and church and home #244