Father, Before Thy Throne Of Light

Father, before Thy throne of light

The guardian angels bend,

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 quire,

Hymn glory, Lord, to Thee.

And as the rainbow luster falls

Athwart their glowing wings,

While seraph unto seraph calls,

And each Thy goodness sings;

So 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 love Thee e'en as they;

Teach us to raise our notes of praise,

With them Thy love to own,

That childhood's flower and manhood's power

Be Thine, and Thine alone.