|8||O Angels Blest, His Praises Sing|
1.O angels blest, His praises sing for evermore;
My Jesus sweet, my King whom I adore,
Comes this happy day to be my heart's dear guest;
His praises tell, His wondrous mercy sing,
My Jesus dear, whom I adore, my God and King;
My Jesus dear, whom I adore, my God and King.
2.My Savior kind, my Lord and God to thee I call;
Oh, come from heaven and be my love, my all.
All unworthy though I be, to thee I cry
Oh, come and make thy home within my heart,
Oh, take it for thine own and from me ne'er depart;
Oh, take it for thine own and from me ne'er depart.
3.O God most high, before this miracle of love,
The angels bend in wondering awe above;
Ungrateful have I been to thee dear Lord,
Unworthy now to raise my eyes to thee;
One word of pardon speak, my spirit healed shall be;
One word of pardon speak, my spirit healed shall be.
4.Sweet Sacrament, I hope, I love, I thee adore;
O, make me love thee ever more and more;
Thou art all in all to me, Jesus most dear,
Naught in this world can e'er attract me more,
I love thee, dearest King, I love and thee adore;
I love thee, dearest King, I love and thee adore.
copyright, 1913, by P.J.Kennedy & Sons. Used by permission