Father, Before Thy Throne of Light
"And all the angels stood round about the throne." - Rev. 7:11
VERSE 1
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.
VERSE 2
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.
VERSE 3
Here, where the Angels see us come,
To worship day by day,
Teach us to seek our heav'nly home,
And serve Thee e'en as they;
With them to raise our notes of praise,
With them Thy love to own;
Till life's first flow'r and fullest pow'r,
Be Thine and Thine alone.