Angel voices, ever singing, round thy throne of light Angel harps, for ever ringing, rest not day or night Thousands only live to bless Thee And confess Thee, Lord of might. Thou who art beyond the farthest mortal eye can scan Can it be that thou regardest songs of sinful man Can we know that thou art near us And wilt hear us, yea, we can. Yea, we know that thou rejoicest o'er each work of thine Thou didst ears and hands and voices for thy praise design Craftsman's art and music's measure For thy pleasure all combine. In thy house, great God, we offer of Thine own to Thee And for Thine acceptance proffer all unworthily Hearts and minds and hands and voices In our choicest psalmody. Honor, glory, might and merit, thine shall ever be Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity Of the best that thou hast given Earth and heaven render thee...