Чарльз Вильерс Стэнфорд (2) - Ye holy angels bright Op 135 - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Ye holy Angels bright,
 Who wait at God's right hand,
 Or thro' the realms of light
 Fly at your Lord's command,
 Assist our song,
 Or else the theme
 Too high doth seem
 For mortal tongue.
 
 Ye blessed souls at rest,
 Who ran this earthly race
 And now, from sin released,
 Behold your Savior's face,
 His praises sound,
 As in his sight
 With sweet delight
 Ye do abound.
 
 Ye saints, who toil below,
 Adore your heav'nly King,
 And onward as ye go
 Some joyful anthem sing;
 Take what he gives
 And praise him still, 
 Through good or ill,
 Who ever lives!
 
 My soul, bear thou thy part,
 Triumph in God above;
 And with a well-tuned heart
 Sing thou the songs of love!
 Let all thy days
 Till life shall end,
 Whate'er He send,
 Be fill'd with praise!