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<h2>HOLY, HOLY, IS WHAT THE ANGELS SING</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“I…heard the voice of many angels, numbering thousands upon thousands, and ten thousand times ten thousand.” Revelation 5:11</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_o_a_oatman_j.jpg" alt="Johnson Oatman, Jr. (1856-1922)" width="132.666666666667" height="201.333333333333"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_o_a_oatman_j.html" target="_blank">Johnson Oatman, Jr.</a>, 1894.
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_s_w_sweney_jr.html" target="_blank">John Robson Sweney</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_h_holholis.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>There is singing up in heaven such as we have never known,<br>
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Where the angels sing the praises of the Lamb upon the throne,<br>
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Their sweet harps are ever tuneful, and their voices always clear,<br>
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O that we might be more like them while we serve the Master here!</p>
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<p class="refrain">Holy, holy, is what the angels sing,<br>
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And I expect to help them make the courts of heaven ring;<br>
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But when I sing redemption’s story, they will fold their wings,<br>
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For angels never felt the joys that our salvation brings.</p>
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<p>But I hear another anthem, blending voices clear and strong,<br>
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“Unto Him Who hath redeemed us and hath bought us,” is the song;<br>
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We have come through tribulation to this land so fair and bright,<br>
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In the fountain freely flowing He hath made our garments white.</p>
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<p>Then the angels stand and listen, for they cannot join the song,<br>
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Like the sound of many waters, by that happy, blood washed throng,<br>
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For they sing about great trials, battles fought and vict’ries won,<br>
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And their praise their great Redeemer, Who hath said to them, “Well done.”</p>
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<p>So, although I’m not an angel, yet I know that over there<br>
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I will join a blessèd chorus that the angels cannot share;<br>
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I will sing about my Savior, Who upon dark Calvary<br>
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Freely pardoned my transgressions, died to set a sinner free.</p>
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