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R. Baxter, 1615-91, and R. R. Chope. E holy angels bright,
 * Who wait at God's right hand,

Or through the realms of light
 * Fly at your Lord's command,
 * Assist our song,
 * For else the theme
 * Too high doth seem
 * For mortal tongue.

2 Ye blessed souls at rest,
 * Who ran this earthly race,

And now, from sin released,
 * Behold the Saviour's face,
 * God's praises sound,
 * As in his light
 * With sweet delight
 * Ye do abound.

3 Ye saints, who toil below,
 * Adore your heavenly King,

And onward as ye go
 * Some joyful anthem sing;
 * Take what he gives
 * And praise him still,
 * Through good or ill,
 * Who ever lives!

4 My soul, bear thou thy part,
 * Triumph in God above:

And with a well-tuned heart
 * Sing thou the songs of love!
 * Let all thy days
 * Till life shall end,
 * Whate'er he send,
 * Be filled with praise.