Ye Angels Who Stand Round the Throne { Ye Angels Who Stand Round the Throne MADISON-Sylvanus B. Pond BARNETT-John P. Campbell Ye Angels Who Stand Round the Throne } Ye angels who stand round the throne, And view my Immanuel's face, In rapturous songs make Him known; O tune your soft harps to His praise. He formed you the spirits you are, So happy, so noble, so good; While others sank down in despair, Confirmed by His power, ye stood. Ye saints who stand nearer than they, And cast your bright crowns at His feet, His grace and His glory display, And all His rich mercy repeat: He snatched you from hell and the grave, He ransomed from death and despair; For you He was mighty to save, Almighty to bring you safe there. O when will the period appear, When I shall unite in your song? I'm weary of lingering here, And I to your Saviour belong; I'm gettered and chained up in clay, I struggle and pant to be free; I long to be soaring away, My God and my Saviour to see. I want to put on my attire, Washed white in the blood of the Lamb; I want to be one of your choir, And tune my sweet harp to His name. I want, O I want to be there, Where sorrow and sin bid adieu, Your joy and your friendship to share, To wonder and worship with you.