Great God, to What a Glorious Height

Verse 1

Great God, to what a glorious height
Hast thou advanc’d the Lord thy Son!
Angels, in all their robes of light,
Are made the servants of his throne.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

His orders run thro’ all their hosts,
Legions descend at his command
To shield and guard the British coasts,
When foreign rage invades our land.

Verse 4

Now they are sent to guide our feet
Up to the gates of thine abode,
Thro’ all the dangers that we meet
In travelling the heavenly road.

Verse 5

Lord, when I leave this mortal ground,
And thou shall bid me rise and come,
Send a beloved angel down
Safe to conduct my spirit home.