Angel-voices ever singing
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Angel-voices ever singing Round thy throne of light, Angel-harps for ever ringing, Rest not day nor 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. Honour, 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. |
Cingunt angeli canentes thronum lucidum, chordis, ut diem, replentes noctis spatium; mille vivunt ut beent te et vocent te Dominum. Qui nostrorum oculorum expers habitas, canticum-ne peccatorum est ut audias? Vere prope nos te stare et notare indicas. Quae creasti, certe gaudes, scimus, omnibus; ad tuas directa laudes auris, vox, manus: iunctum tibi cantatorum et fabrorum est opus. Apud te qui tibi damus de tuis, Deus, accepturum te speramus quod offerimus, voces, manus, corda, mentes, contendentes cantibus. Fas honoribus coli te semper, quodque das, Pater, Fili, Paraclite, sancta Trinitas, terra caelis usurpatum rursus datum habeas. |