Father, be­fore Thy throne of light
The guard­ian an­gels bend,
And ev­er in Thy pre­sence bright
Their psalms ador­ing blend;
And casting down each gold­en crown,
Beside the crys­tal sea,
With voice and lyre, in hap­py quire,
Hymn glo­ry, Lord, to Thee.

And as the rain­bow lus­ter falls
Athwart their glow­ing wings,
While se­raph unto se­raph calls,
And each Thy good­ness sings;
So may we feel, as low we kneel
To pray Thee for Thy grace,
That Thou art here for all who fear
The bright­ness of Thy face.

Here, where the an­gels see us come
To wor­ship day by day,
Teach us to seek our heav’n­ly home,
And love Thee e’en as they;
Teach us to raise our notes of praise,
With them Thy love to own,
That child­hood’s flow­er and man­hood’s pow­er
Be Thine, and Thine alone.