A PSALM OF PRAISE
by Richard Baxter (1615-1691)
Ye holy Angels bright,
Who stand before God’s throne,
And dwell in glorious light,
Praise ye the Lord each one.
In him rejoice,
And there proclaim
His Holy Name
With sounding voice.
You blessed souls at rest
That see your Saviour’s face,
Whose glory, even the least,
Is far above our grace;
God’s praises sound,
As in His sight
With sweet delight
You do abound.
All nations of the earth,
Extol the world’s great King;
With melody and mirth
His glorious praises sing.
The heavens so high
With praise shall ring,
And all shall sing
In harmony.
My soul bear thou thy part!
Triumph in God above!
And with a well-tuned heart
Sing thou the songs of love.
Thou art his own,
Whose precious blood
Shed for thy good,
His love made known
With thy triumphant flock
Then I shall numbered be;
Built on the eternal rock
His glory we shall see.
There the whole Choir
With one accord
Shall praise the Lord
For evermore.
(Excerpted, edited and revised by Crawford R. Thoburn)
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