There Is Sound of Rejoicing

There is sound of re­joic­ing

Around the great throne

A whis­per of my­ri­ad wings;

For the foe that ac­cus­eth

Us lies cast down

And the choir of an­gels sings—

Salvation

and hon­or

and ma­jes­ty be

Lord of all pow­er and might un­to Thee.

And the soul may ap­proach

To her God with­out dread

In mo­ment of praise of pray­er;

Fear ye not

the bright an­gels

Of God have said

Glad tid­ings of joy we bear.

But the hour draw­eth nigh

When the an­gel shall stand

With foot on the si­lent shore;

By the Lord he shall swear

As he lifts his hand

And that time shall be no more.

And the thun­ders shall roll

And the dead

great and small

At the throne of the Judge shall stand;

And the song shall re­sound

Thro’ the heav’n­ly hall

Of the saints at God’s right hand.