Ye holy angels bright (John Darwall)

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  • (Posted 2020-11-25)  CPDL #61671:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-25).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 43 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn with four-part harmony and underlaid words in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard
  • (Posted 2020-11-25)  CPDL #61670:       
Editor: Andrew Sims (submitted 2020-11-25).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 97 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The hymn in the version published in Hymns Ancient & Modern New Standard, melody with words.

General Information

Title: Ye holy angels bright
Composer: John Darwall
Tune: Darwall's 148th
Lyricists: Richard Baxter and John Hampden Gurney

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SacredHymn   Meter: 66. 66. 44. 44

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or keyboard

First published:

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External websites: https://embassysingers.de/scores/hymns.html

Original text and translations

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Ye holy angels bright,
who wait at God’s right hand,
or through the realms of light
fly at your Lord’s command,
assist our song,
for else the theme
too high doth seem
for mortal tongue.

Ye blessèd souls at rest,
who ran this earthly race,
and now, from sin released,
behold the Saviour’s face,
his praises sound,
as in his sight
with sweet delight
ye do abound.

Ye saints, who toil below,
adore your heavenly King,
and onward as ye go
some joyful anthem sing;
take what he gives
and praise him still,
through good and ill,
who ever lives.

My soul, bear thou thy part,
triumph in God above,
and with a well-tuned heart
sing thou the songs of love;
let all thy days
till life shall end,
whate’er he send,
be filled with praise.