Above the Clear Blue Sky

Above the clear blue sky

In Heav­en’s bright ab­ode

The an­gel host on high

Sing prais­es to their God;

Alleluia! They love to sing

Alleluia! They love to sing

To God their king Al­le­lu­ia!

But God from in­fant tongues

On earth re­ceiv­eth praise;

We then our cheer­ful songs

In sweet ac­cord will raise:

Alleluia! We too will sing

Alleluia! We too will sing

To God our king Al­le­lu­ia!

O bless­èd Lord

Thy truth

To all Thy flock im­part

And teach us in our youth

To know Thee as Thou art.

Alleluia! Then shall we sing

Alleluia! Then shall we sing

To God our king Al­le­lu­ia!

O

may Thy ho­ly Word

Spread all the world around!

And all with one ac­cord

Uplift the joy­ful sound:

Alleluia! All then shall sing

Alleluia! All then shall sing

To God their king Al­le­lu­ia!