Sunday Hymn: Mighty God, While Angels Bless Thee
MIGHTY GOD, WHILE ANGELS BLESS THEE
Mighty God, while angels bless thee,
May a mortal sing thy name?
Lord of men as well as angels,
Thou art every creature's theme.
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! Amen.
Lord of every land and nation,
Ancient of eternal days,
Sounded through the wide creation
Be thy just and lawful praise.
For the grandeur of thy nature,
Grand beyond the seraph's thought;
For created works of power,
Works with skill and kindness wrought.
But thy rich, thy free redemption,
Dark through brightness all along,
Thought is poor, and poor expression,
Who dare sing that awful song?
Brightness of the Father's glory,
Shall thy praise unuttered lie?
Fly, my tongue, such guilty silence,
Sing the Lord who came to die:
From the highest throne in glory,
To the cross of deepest woe,
All to ransom guilty captives,
Flow my praise, for ever flow.
Reader Comments (2)
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and all that is within me bless His holy Name!
Us mortal guilty souls forgiven should awe at the fact that we have the privilege to praise God and he accepts our praise :0)
Have a great Sunday Kim!