Stars of the Morning, So Gloriously Bright

Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,

Angels in heaven, resplendent in light,

These, where no darkness the glory can dim,

Praise the Thrice Holy One, serving but Him.

These are Your ministers, these are Your own,

Lord God of Sabaoth, nearest Your throne;

These are Your messengers, these whom You send,

Helping Your helpless ones, Helper and Friend.

Then, when the earth was first poised in mid space,

Then, when the planets first sped on their race,

Then, when were ended the six days’ employ,

Then all the sons of God shouted for joy.

Still let them aid us and still let them fight,

Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right,

Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,

We with the angels may bow and adore.