Ye angels, who stand round the throne

Verse 1

Ye angels, who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel's face, In rapturous songs make him known; Oh, tune your soft harps to his praise.

Verse 2

Ye saints, who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at his feet, His grace and his glory display, And all his rich mercy repeat.

Verse 3

He snatched you from hell and the grave; He ransomed from death and despair; For you he is mighty to save, And faithful to bring you safe there.

Verse 4

Oh, when will the moment appear, When I shall unite in your song? I'm weary of lingering here; For I to your Saviour belong.

Verse 5

I'm fettered and chained here in clay; I struggle and pant to be free; I long to be soaring away, My God and my Saviour to see.