Father, Before Thy Throne of Light

Father, before Thy throne of light, The guardian angels bends, 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 choir, Hymn glory, Lord to Thee.

And as the rainbow lustre falls Athwart their glowing wings, While Seraph unto Seraph calls, And each Thy goodness sings; Oh 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 serve Thee e'en as they; With them to raise our notes of praise, With them Thy love to own; Till life's first flow'r and fullest pow'r, Be Thine and Thine alone.