1 Ye angels, who stand round the throne,
And view my Immanuel's face,
In rapturous songs make him known;
Oh, tune your soft harps to his praise.
2 Ye saints, who stand nearer than they,
And cast your bright crowns at his feet,
His grace and his glory display,
And all his rich mercy repeat.
3 He snatched you from hell and the grave;
He ransomed from death and despair;
For you he is mighty to save,
And faithful to bring you safe there.
4 Oh, when will the moment appear,
When I shall unite in your song?
I'm weary of lingering here;
For I to your Saviour belong.
5 I'm fettered and chained here in clay;
I struggle and pant to be free;
I long to be soaring away,
My God and my Saviour to see.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #939
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|The Baptist Hymnal: for use in the church and home #187||Ye angels who stand round the throne||Ye angels who stand round the throne||Maria DeFleury||2012|
|The Cyber Hymnal #7751||Ye Angels Who Stand Round the Throne||Ye angels who stand round the throne||BARNETT||Maria de Fleury||LMD||<cite>Divine Poems, and Essays on Various Subjects</cite>, 1791|