troysoon

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2002-10-09 04:46:20 (UTC)

Holy, holy, is what the angels sing

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!

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.

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 through tribulation to this land so fair and
bright,
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments
white.

Refrain

Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join the
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 their praise their great Redeemer, Who hath said to
them, “Well done.”

Refrain

So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessèd 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.

Refrain

Words: Johnson Oatman, Jr., 1894.
Music: John R. Sweney





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