Mighty God While
Angels Bless Thee
Robert Robinson, Francois H.
Barthelemon
Mighty God, while angels
bless Thee,
May a mortal sing Thy
Name?
Lord of men as well as
angels,
Thou art every
creatures theme.
Lord of every land and
nation,
Ancient of eternal
days.
Sounded through the wide
creation
Be Thy just and endless
praise.
For the grandeur of Thy
nature,
Grand beyond a seraphs
thought;
For the wonders of
creation,
Works with skill and kindness
wrought.
For Thy providence, that
governs,
Through Thine empires
wide domain,
Wings an angel, guides a
sparrow,
Blessèd be Thy gentle
reign.
For Thy rich, Thy free
redemption,
Bright, though veiled in
darkness long,
Thought is poor, and poor
expression;
Who can sing that wondrous
song?
Brightness of the
Fathers glory,
Shall Thy praise unuttered
lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty
silence!
Sing the Lord Who came to
die.
From the highest throne of
glory
To the cross of deepest
woe,
All to ransom guilty
captives;
Flow my praise, forever
flow!
Reascend, immortal
Savior;
Leave Thy footstool, take Thy
throne;
Thence return, and reign
forever,
Be the kingdom all Thine
own!
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