Hymn 2:112 [Great God, To What A Glorious Height]

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Title:     Hymn 2:112 [Great God, To What A Glorious Height]
Author: Isaac Watts [More Titles by Watts]

Angels ministering to Christ and saints.

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.

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 thro' 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,
Thro' all the dangers that we meet
In travelling the heavenly road.

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.

[The end]
Isaac Watts's poem: Hymn 2:112 [Great God, To What A Glorious Height]

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