Ye Heavenly Choir

Ye heav­en­ly choir

as­sist me to sing

And strike the soft lyre

and hon­or our king;

His migh­ty sal­va­tion de­mands all our praise

Our best ad­or­ation

And lof­ti­est lays.

All glo­ry to God

who rul­eth on high

And now hath be­stowed

and sent from the sky

Christ Je­sus

the Sav­ior

poor mor­tals to bless

The pledge of His fa­vor

The seal of His peace.

Thanksgiving and praise to Je­sus be­long;

Who claims for His grace

The New Tes­ta­ment song;

Our Sav­ior and lov­er

in hymns we pro­claim

And all the world ov­er

Rejoice in His name.

Ye sea far­ing men

His foot­steps adore

His mir­acles seen

of good­ness and pow­er;

Who plough the rough ocean

your voices em­ploy

With hear­ty de­vo­tion

And full­ness of joy.

Ye de­sert­ed wilds

your of­fer­ings bring

Your God re­con­ciled

ye vil­lag­ers sing;

Exult in His pas­sion

ye rude mount­ain­eers

For lo

your sal­va­tion

With Je­sus ap­pears!

Him

strong to re­deem

ye is­land­ers praise

Created by Him

who saves the lost race;

With shouts nev­er ceas­ing

ex­tol the Most High

And wel­come the bless­ings

He brings from the sky.