425 Holy Holy Is What the Angels Sing
[1]
There is singing up in 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!
There is singing up in 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!
[C]
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.
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.
[2]
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.
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.
[C]
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.
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.
[3]
Then the angels stand and listen for they cannot join that song
Like the sound of many waters by that happy bloodwashed throng;
For they sing about great trials battles fought and vict ries won
And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them "Well done."
Then the angels stand and listen for they cannot join that song
Like the sound of many waters by that happy bloodwashed throng;
For they sing about great trials battles fought and vict ries won
And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them "Well done."
[C]
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.
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.
[4]
So although I m not an angel yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions died to set a sinner free.
So although I m not an angel yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Savior who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardoned my transgressions died to set a sinner free.
[C]
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.
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.