Scripture Verse

Praise ye Him, all His angels: praise ye Him, all His hosts. Psalm 148:2


Words: Charles Wes­ley, Hymns and Sac­red Po­ems 1749, Vol­ume 2, num­ber 97.

Music: Weld, com­pos­er un­known, in the Me­tho­dist Hymn and Tune Book (To­ron­to, Ca­na­da: Me­tho­dist Book & Pub­lish­ing House, 1894), num­ber 57 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know the com­pos­er, or when the mu­sic was writ­ten,

Charles Wesley (1707–1788)


Meet and right it is to sing
In every time and place,
Glory to our heavenly king,
The God of truth and grace:
Join we then with sweet accord,
All in one thanksgiving join,
Holy, holy, holy Lord
Eternal praise be Thine!

Thee, the first-born sons of light,
In choral symphonies,
Praise by day, day without night,
And ne­ver, ne­ver cease:
Angels and archangels all
Praise the mystic Three in One;
Sing, and stop, and gaze, and fall
O’erwhelmed before Thy throne.

Vying with that happy choir,
Who chant Thy praise above,
We on eagles’ wings aspire,
The wings of faith and love;
Thee they sing with glo­ry crowned,
We extol the slaughtered Lamb;
Lower if our voices sound,
Our subject is the same.

Father God, Thy love we praise,
Which gave Thy Son to die;
Jesus, full of truth and grace,
Alike we glorify;
Spirit, Com­fort­er divine,
Praise by all to Thee be given;
Till we in full chorus join,
And earth is turned to Hea­ven.