Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee

Mighty God

while an­gels bless Thee

May a mor­tal sing Thy name?

Lord of men as well as an­gels

Thou art ev­ery crea­ture’s theme.

Lord of ev­ery land and na­tion

Ancient of eter­nal days.

Sounded through the wide cre­ation

Be Thy just and end­less praise.

For the gran­deur of Thy na­ture

Grand be­yond a ser­aph’s thought;

For the won­ders of cre­ation

Works with skill and kind­ness wrought.

For Thy pro­vi­dence

that go­verns

Through Thine em­pire’s wide do­main

Wings an an­gel

guides a spar­row

Blessèd be Thy gen­tle reign.

But Thy rich

Thy free re­demp­tion

Dark through dark­ness all along;

Thought is poor

and poor ex­press­ion;

Who dare sing that won­drous song?

Brightness of the Fa­ther’s glo­ry

Shall Thy praise un­ut­tered lie?

Fly

my tongue

such guil­ty si­lence;

Sing the Lord who came to die.

From the high­est throne of glo­ry

To the cross of deep­est woe

All to ran­som guil­ty cap­tives;

Flow my praise

for ev­er flow!

Go

re­turn

im­mor­tal Sav­ior!

Leave Thy foot­stool

take Thy throne;

Thence re­turn

and reign for ev­er

Be the king­dom all Thine own.