Holy, Holy, Is What the Angels Sing

1There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,
Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;

RefrainTheir sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,
We have come through tribulations to this land so fair and bright,
For they sing about great trials, battles fought and victories won,
I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary
O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!
In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white,
And they sing about great trials, battles fought and victories won,
Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.

2But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,
Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join that song;

3Then the angels stand and listen, for they can not join that song,
Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood-washed throng;

4So, although I'm not an angel, yet I know that over there
I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;