425 ~ Holy, Holy, Is What the Angels Sing

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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!

Refrain

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.

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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.

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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."

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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.