There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,

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CGS No.: 
339

Verse 1
There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,
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!

Chorus
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption's story they will fold their wings,
For angels never feel the joys that our salvation brings

Verse 2
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

Chorus
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption's story they will fold their wings,
For angels never feel the joys that our salvation brings

Verse 3
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 trials, battles fought and vict'ries won,
And they praise their great Redeemer who hath said to them, Well done!

Chorus
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption's story they will fold their wings,
For angels never feel the joys that our salvation brings

Verse 4
So, although I'm not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;
I will sing about my Saviour who upon dark Calvary
Freely pardon'd my transgressions, died to set a sinner free

Chorus
Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;
But when I sing redemption's story they will fold their wings,
For angels never feel the joys that our salvation brings