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,[1] "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;[2] Anon a heavenly soldier flies, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands.[3]
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,[4] Lord? At thy command they go and come With cheerful haste obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home.
[1] Luke 1:16. [2] Luke 2:13. [3] Acts 11:7. [4] Heb. 1:14.