425. Holy, Holy, Is What the Angels Sing

Verse 1

There is singing up in heaven

Such as we have never known,

Where the angels sing the praises of the

Lamb upon the throne;

Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their

Voices always clear,

O that we might be more like them

While we serve the Master here!

Chorus 1

Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

And I expect to help them

Make the courts of heaven ring;

But when I sing redemption's story

They will fold their wings,

For angels never felt the joys

That our salvation brings.

Verse 2

But I hear another anthem,

Blending voices clear and strong,

Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath

Bought us, is the song;

We have come thro' tribulations to this land

So fair and bright,

In the fountain freely flowing He hath made

Our garments white.

Chorus 3

Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

And I expect to help them

But when I sing redemption's story

They will fold their wings,

For angels never felt the joys

that our salvation brings.

Verse 4

Then the angels stand and listen,

For they cannot join that song,

Like the sound of many waters,

By that happy, bloodwashed throng;

For they sing about great trials,

Battles fought and vict'ries won,

And they praise their great Redeemer,

Who hath said to them, Well done.

Chorus 5

Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

And I expect to help them

Make the courts of heaven ring;

But when I sing redemption's story

They will fold their wings,

For angels never felt the joys

That our salvation brings.

Verse 6

So, although I'm not an angel,

Yet I know that over there

I will join a blessed chorus

That the angels cannot share;

I will sing about my Savior,

Who upon dark Calvary

Freely pardoned my transgressions,

Died to set a sinner free.

Chorus 7

Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

And I expect to help them

make the courts of heaven ring;

But when I sing redemption's story

They will fold their wings,

For angels never felt the joys

that our salvation brings.