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 are always clear,

O that we might be more like them

while we serve the Master here!

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.

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.

Verse 3

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."

Refrain

Verse 4

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.

Refrain