|Text:||Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee|
|Author:||R. W. Dale|
|Composer:||C. H. H. Parry|
1 Mighty God, while angels bless thee,
may a mortal sing thy name?
Lord of earth as well as angels,
thou art ev'ry creature’s theme;
Lord of ev'ry land and nation,
Ancient of Eternal Days,
sounded through the wide creation
be thy just and endless praise.
2 For the grandeur of your nature,
grand beyond a seraph’s thought;
for the wonders of creation,
works with skill and kindness wrought;
for thy providence that gtoverns
through thine empire's wide domain,
wings an angel, guides a sparrow:
blessed by thy gentle reign.
4 But thy rich, thy free redemption,
dark through brightness all along;
thought is poor, and poor expression:
who dare sing that wondrous song?
Brightness of the Father’s glory,
shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Break, my tongue, such guilty silence;
sing the Lord who came to die.
4 From the highest throne of glory
to the cross of deepest woe,
all to ransom guilty captives!
Flow my praise, forever flow
Go, return, immortal Savior;
leave thy footstool, claim thy throne;
thence return, and reign forever;
be the kingdom all thine own!
|First Line:||Mighty God, while angels bless thee|
|Title:||Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee|
|Author:||Robert Robinson (1774)|
|Author:||R. W. Dale (1879)|