SING, SING, YE ANGEL BANDS

Sing, sing, ye Angel bands,\nAll beautiful and bright;\nFor higher still and higher,\nThrough fields of starry light,\nMary, your Queen, ascends,\nLike the sweet moon at night.\n2. Oh, happy angels! Look,\nHow beautiful she is!\nSee! Jesus bears her up,\nHer hand is locked in His;\nOh, who can tell the height\nOf that fair Mother’s bliss?\n3. And shall I lose thee then,\nLose my sweet right to thee?\nAh! No - the angels’ Queen\nMan’s mother still will be,\nAnd thou, upon thy throne,\nWilt keep thy love for me.\n4. On - through the countless stars\nProceeds the bright array;\nAnd love divine comes forth\nTo light her on her way,\nThrough the short gloom of night\nInto celestial day.\n5. Hark! Hark! Through highest heaven\nWhat sounds of mystic mirth!\nMary by God proclaimed\nQueen of Immaculate Birth,\nAnd diademed with stars,\nThe lowliest of the earth!\n6. See! See! The eternal hands\nPut on her radiant crown,\nAnd the sweet majesty\nOf mercy sitteth down,\nFor ever and for ever,\nOn her predestined throne.