ye holy angel bright who wait at gods right hand or through the realms of light fly at your lords command assist our song or else the theme too high doth seem for mortal tongue ye blessed souls at rest who see your saviours face whose glory een the least is far above our grace gods praises sound as in his sight with sweet delight ye do abound  ye saints who toil below adore your heavenly king and onward as ye go some joyful anthem sing take what he gives and praise him still through good and 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 whateer he send be filled with praise 