Angel voices, ever singing, round Thy throne of light
Angel harps, forever ringing, rest not day or night
Thousands only live to bless Thee, and confess Thee Lord of might

Thou Who art beyond the farthest mortal eye can scan
Can it be that Thou regardest songs of sinful man
Can we feel that Thou art near us and wilt hear us? Yea, we can

Lord, we know Thy love rejoices o'er each work of Thine
Thou didst ears and hands and voices for Thy praise combine
Craftsman's art and music's measure for Thy pleasure didst design

Here, great God, today we offer of Thine own to Thee
And for Thine acceptance proffer, all unworthily
Hearts and minds, and hands and voices, in our choicest melody

Honor, glory, might and merit, Thine shall ever be
Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, blessed Trinity
Of the best that Thou hast given Earth and heaven render Thee