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Song Lyrics
Ye 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
Or else the theme too high
Doth seem for mortal tongue
Ye blessèd souls at rest
Who see your Saviour's face
Whose glory, e'en the least
Is far above our grace
God's praises sound
As in His sight
With sweet delight
Ye do abound
Ye saints who toil below
Adore your heavenly King
And onward as ye go
Some joyful anthem sing
Take what He gives
And praise Him still
Through good and ill
Who ever lives
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My soul, bear thou thy part
Triumph in God above
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love
Let all thy days
Till life shall end
Whate'er He send
Be filled with praise
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Words public domain
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