The Psalms of David ‎#II.CXII

II.CXII. Great God, to what a glorious Height

1 Great God, to what glorious Height
Hast thou advanc'd the Lord thy Son?
Angels, in all their Robes of Light,
Are made the Servants of his Throne.

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.

3 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.

4 Now they are sent to guide our Feet
Up to the Gates of thine Abode,
Through all the Dangers that we meet
In travelling the heav'nly Road.

5 Lord, when I leave this mortal Ground,
And thou shalt bid me rise and come,
Send a beloved Angel down
Safe to conduct my Spirit home.

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• First Line: Great God, to what a glorious Height
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1769
• Topic: Angels: Their Ministry to Christ and Saints

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