Above yon clear blue sky, Beyond our feeble sight, The God of glory dwells on high In everlasting light. Around His glorious throne The holy angels stand; In songs of praise their King they own, Or fly at His command. And we may praise Him, too, And serve Him here below; He stoops to mark what children do, Their inmost thoughts to know; And though He reigns above, Where angels ceaseless praise, He will accept our humble love, And lead us in His ways. O may we humbly seek To do His holy will, And try, with thankful hearts and meek, To sing His praises still; And then for Jesus’ sake, Who came for us to die, Our happy spirits He will take To praise Him in the sky. |