Father, before Thy throne of light,
The guardian angels bends,
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 heavnly home,
And serve Thee even 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.