Christ, in Highest Heaven Enthronèd

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.