The Father’s power, and glory bright!
You with the angels we extol;
From You they draw their life and light.
Embattled o‘er the azure sky;
But Michael bears Your standard dread,
And lifts the mighty Cross on high.
Did, with their dragon prince, expel;
And hurled them from the heavens' high towers
Down like a thunderbolt, to hell.
Against the Prince of Pride to fight;
So may a crown be our reward,
Before the Lamb’s pure throne of light.
Who has redeemed us through the Son;
Anoints us by the Holy Ghost,
And guards us by the Angel-host.