Christ, in highest Heav’n enthronèd, Equal of the Father’s might, By pure spirits, trembling, ownèd, God of God, and Light of Light, Thee ’mid Angel hosts we sing, Thee their Maker and their King.
All who circling round adore Thee, All who bow before Thy throne, Burn with flaming zeal before Thee, Thy behests to carry down; To and fro, ’twixt earth and Heav’n, Speed they each on errands given.
First of all those legions glorious, Michael waves his sword of flame, Who of old in war victorious Did the Dragon’s fierceness tame; Who with might invincible Thrust the rebel down to Hell.
Strong to aid the sick and dying, Called from Heav’n they swiftly fly, Grace Divine and strength supplying In their mortal agony: Souls released from bondage here Safe to Paradise they bear.
To the Father praise be given By the unfallen Angel host, Who in His great war have striven With the legions of the lost; Equal praise in highest Heav’n To the Son and Holy Ghost.
Words: Jean B. de Santëuil, in the Cluniac Breviary, 1686
Music: George C. Martin, in Hymns Ancient and Modern, 1875
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"So let us be confident, let us not be unprepared, let us not be outflanked, let us be wise, vigilant, fighting against those who are trying to tear the faith out of our souls and morality out of our hearts, so that we may remain Catholics, remain united to the Blessed Virgin Mary, remain united to the Roman Catholic Church, remain faithful children of the Church."- Archbp. Lefebvre 1980