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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 are 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, blood-washed throng;

For they sing about great trials,

battles fought and vict’ries won,

And they praised the 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 the sinner free.