How
shall I sing that majesty That angels do admire?
Their thunderous voices bid me come Sing, sing, O heavenly choir!
The planets spin in sheer delight As galaxies conspire To fill the universe
with light Sing, sing, O heavenly choir!
Sing, all you angels gathered round The throne of God most high Sing with the
saints in all created things To praise the Lord of light
The saints who lived and died in grace Have found their heart's desire Gaze upon
the Saviour's face Sing, sing, O heavenly choir!
Sing, all you angels gathered round The throne of God most high Sing with the
saints in all created things To praise the Lord of light So
let my voice resound with those Whose praise will never die His Father,
Son, and Holy Ghost Sing, sing, O heavenly choir!
Sing, all you angels gathered round The throne of God most high Sing with the
saints in all created things To praise the Lord of light Sing, all you angels
gathered round The throne of God most high Sing with the saints in all created things
To praise the Lord of light