Thee, O Christ, the Fa­ther’s splen­dor,

Life and vir­tue of the heart,

In the pre­sence of the an­gels

Sing we now with tune­ful art,

Meetly in al­ter­nate chor­us,

Bearing our re­spons­ive part.

Thus we praise with ve­ne­ra­tion

All the ar­mies of the sky;

Chiefly him, the war­rior pri­mate,

Of ce­les­ti­al chi­val­ry,

Michael, who in prince­ly vir­tue

Cast Abad­don from on high.

By whose watch­ful care re­pel­ling—

King of ev­er­last­ing grace—

Every ghost­ly ad­ver­sa­ry,

All things ev­il, all things base,

Grant us of Thine on­ly good­ness,

In Thy para­dise a place.

Laud and hon­or to the Fa­ther,

Laud and hon­or to the Son,

Laud and hon­or to the Spir­it,

Ever Three, and ev­er One,

Consubstantial, co-eter­nal,

While un­en­ding ag­es run.