O Thou to Whom Archangels Raise

O Thou to whom arch­an­gels raise

A cease­less song of per­fect praise

Yet trem­ble as they sing;

To us in­cline Thy gra­cious ear

And while

with rev­er­ence

we draw near

Accept the praise we bring.

In vain with all the an­gel choir

The ran­somed hosts of Heav’n as­pire

Thy glo­ry to pro­claim;

How then shall we ap­proach Thy throne?

How make Thy count­less mer­cies known

Or sing Thine aw­ful name?

Thy love alone our stay hath been

In ev­ery dark and chang­ing scene

Throughout the circ­ling year;

Preserved by Thine al­migh­ty hand

Again be­fore Thy face we stand

And sing Thy good­ness here.

Father

for Je­sus’ sake re­ceive

The praise which now we glad­ly give

Though with a stam­mer­ing tongue;

Grant us at length to see Thy face

And join with all the ran­somed race

In Heav’n’s eter­nal song.