Great God! To What Glorious Height

Great God

to what glo­ri­ous height

Hast Thou ad­vanced the Lord Thy Son!

Angels

in all their robes of light

Are made the serv­ants of His throne.

Before His feet their ar­mies wait

And swift as flames of fire they move

To man­age His af­fairs of state

In works of ven­geance or of love.

His or­ders run through all their hosts

Legions des­cend at His com­mand

To shield and guard the Bri­tish coasts

When for­eign rage in­vades our land.

Now they are sent to guide our feet

Up to the gates of Thine ab­ode

Through all the dan­gers that we meet

In tra­vel­ing the heav’n­ly road.

Lord

when I leave this mo­rtal ground

And Thou shalt bid me rise and come

Send a be­lov­èd an­gel down

Safe to con­duct my spir­it home.