Father, before Thy throne of light The guardian angels bend, And ever in Thy presence bright Their psalms adoring blend; And casting down each golden crown, Beside the crystal sea, With voice and lyre, in happy choir, Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee.
And as the rainbow lustre falls Athwart their glowing wings, While seraph unto seraph calls, And each Thy goodness sings; Oh may we feel, as low we kneel To pray Thee for Thy grace, That Thou art here for all who fear The brightness of Thy face.
Here, where the angels see us come To worship day by day, Teach us to seek our heavenly home, And serve Thee e'en as they; With them to raise our notes of praise, With them Thy love to own, Till life's first flower and fullest power Be Thine, and Thine alone. Amen.