425 - Holy, Holy, Is What the Angels Sing
There is singing up in the heaven such as we have never known,
Where
the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;
Their
sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,
O
that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!
Refrain
Holy, Holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,
For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.
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But
I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
“Unto
Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;
We
have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright,
In
the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.
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Then
the angels stand and listen for they cannot join that song,
Like
the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng;
For
they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,
And
they praise their great Reddemer, who hath said to them,
“Well
done.”
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So,
although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there
I
will join a blessed chorus that the angel cannot share;
I
will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary
Freely
pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free
