1 Hail, glorious Angels, Heirs of Light,
Ye high born Sons of Fire!
Whose Hearts bur chast, whose Flames shine bright,
All Joy, yet all Desire.
2 Hail, holy Saints, who long in Hope
And Expectation sat,
Till for its King, Heaven did set ope
Its everlasting Gate.
3 Hail, great Apostles of the lamb,
Who brought that early Ray,
Which from our Sun reflected came,
And made a glorious Day.
4 Hail, generous Martyrs, whose strong Hearts
Bravely rejoiced to prove,
How weak, pale Death, are all thy Darts
Conpair'd to those of Love.
5 Hail, beauteous Virgins, whose pure Love
Renounc'd all low Desires,
Who wisely fixt your Hearts above,
And burnt with heavenly Fire.
6 Hail, all ye happy Spirits above,
Who make that glorious Ring
About the sparkling Throne of Live
And there for ever sing.
7 Great Lord, among their Crowns of Praise
Accept this little Wreath,
Which while their lofty Notes they raise
We humbly sing beneath.
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First Line: | Hail, glorious Angels, Heirs of Light |
Title: | O ye Spirits and Souls of the Righteous, bless ye the Lord |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1737 |