Triumphant Church · Hymn 813 · 15.15.15.15. & Ref

There is singing up in heav’n such as we have never known

“And He hath put a new song in my mouth, even praises unto our God”. Ps. 40:3

Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne

Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear

O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here

Refrain

Holy holy is what the angels sing

And I except to help them make the courts of heav’n ring

But when I sing redemption’s story they will fold their wings

For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings

But I hear another anthem blending voices clear and strong

Unto Him that hath redeem’d us and hath bought us, is the song

We have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright

In the fountain, freely flowing He hath made our garments white

Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join that song

Like the sound of many waters by that happy, blood-wash’d throng

For they sing about great trails, battle, fought and vict’ries won

And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them, well done

So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there

I will join a blessed chorus that the angel cannot share

I will sing about my Saviour who upon dark Calvary

Freely pardon’d my transgressions died to set a sinner free

Amen