Misc Praise Songs – Holy Holy Is What The Angels Sing (Guitar)

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

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Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne;

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Their sweet harps are ever tuneful and their voices always clear,

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O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!

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Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

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And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;

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But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,

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For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

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But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,

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“Unto Him who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;

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We have come thro’ tribulations to this land so fair and bright,

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In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.

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Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

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And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;

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But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,

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For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

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Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join that song,

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Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood-washed throng;

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For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,

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And they praised the great Redeemer, who hath said to them, “Well done.”

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Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

    G           D                  A         E7     A
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;

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But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,

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For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.

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So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there

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I will join a blessed chorus that the angels cannot share;

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I will sing about my Savior, who upon dark Calvary

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Freely pardoned my transgressions,died to set the sinner free.

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Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,

    G           D                  A         E7     A
And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;

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But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,

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For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.