| the psalms of angels

We are all saints
We are all angels
We dance and we sing
During His birth in a manger

Created to give our Father worship
Our desire is to give Him praise
Our mission, to spread His Word
To every colour, tongue and race

And though the power of darkness
Laugh and scorn at our ways
They tempt and bruise us
But we're always in His grace



That's the beauty of our God
For His love knows no end
For the sins of His people
His only child he sent

And at the cross on calvary
He died for our sin and shame
We bruise His brow and pierced His side
And He cried in agony

He took our sin and washed them away
With His blood He gave us another day
That who ever receives Him will be saved
For He conquered death when He rose from the grave

No other worthy to receive such honour and praise
Before the throne over the sea of glass
Together with the living creatures let us say
Holy, holy, holy,
Lord God Almighty,
Who was and is and is to come!