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O God the Son eternal,
thy dread might
sent forth Saint Michael
and the hosts of heaven,
and from the realms of light
cast down in burning fight
Satan's rebellious hosts,
to darkness given.
Thine angels, Lord,
we bless with thankful lays,
dwelling with thee above
yon depths of sky:
who, 'mid thy glory's blaze,
heaven's ceaseless anthems raise,
and gird thy throne
in faithful ministry.
We celebrate their love,
whose viewless wing
hath left for us so oft
their mansion high,
the mercies of their King
to mortal saints to bring,
or guard the couch
of slumbering infancy.
But thee, the First and Last,
we glorify,
who, when thy world
was sunk in death and sin,
not with thine hierarchy,
the armies of the sky,
but didst with thine
own arm the battle win.
Therefore with angels
and archangels we
to thy dear love
our thankful chorus raise,
and tune our songs to thee,
who art and art to be;
and, endless as thy mercies,
sound thy praise!
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10 10 6 6 10
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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Hymn/Song Book
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Year
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| 1869 | # 310 | | 1906 | # 244 |
MUSIC
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ST. MICHAEL NEW
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10 10 6 6 10
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1872
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LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
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| # 752 | Eb |
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