Hark! hark! the voice of ceaseless praise,

Around Jehovah’s throne;

Songs of celestial joy they raise,

To mortal lips unknown.

2 Upon the sea of glass they stand

In shining robes of light;

The harps of God are in their hand,

They rest not day or night.

3 O! for an angel’s perfect love,

A seraph’s soaring wing,

To sing with thousand saints above,

The triumphs of our King.

4 On earth our feeble voice we try,

In weakness and in shame,

We bless, we laud, we magnify,

We conquer in his name.

5 But, O! with pure and sinless heart,

His mercies to adore,

My God, to know thee as thou art,

Nor grieve thy Spirit more!

6 O! blessed hope! a “little while,”

And we, amidst that throng,

Shall live in our Redeemer’s smile,

And swell the immortal song.