1 High on a hill of dazzling light,
The King of Glory spreads his seat,
And troops of angels stretch'd for flight,
Stand waiting round his awful feet.
2 |Go,| saith the Lord, |my Gabriel go,
|Salute the virgin's fruitful womb,
|Make haste, ye cherubs, down below,
Sing and proclaim the Saviour come.|
3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies,
And thick around Elisha stands;
Anon a heavenly soldier flies,
And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.
4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts,
Wait on thy wandering church below,
Here we are sailing to thy coasts,
Let angels be our convoy too.
5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord?
At thy command they go and come
With cheerful haste obey thy word,
And guard thy children to their home.
Luke 1:16. Luke 2:13.
Acts 11:7. Heb.1:14.