When thousand thousand seraphim
With one consenting voice and hymn
Their Alleluia sing!
11 Oh! were I there. Oh! that, thine own,
I stood, dear God, before thy throne,
Bearing the victor’s palm!
There would I, like the angel-choir,
Still sound thy worthy praises higher,
With many a glorious psalm.
12 But while I bear life’s burdens still,