He made the spirits of His angels,
His ministers a flame of fire.
They believe, even to tremble,
the One for cause for holy ire.
Those unseen for the seen
to guard them from the hellish pyre.
Man, He's made lower than them,
yet, to him, they're subject;
'specially serving those special men,
heirs of Divine's Elect.
They take wonder in His love
for these mortal creatures.
To give them His Gift, born from above;
pattern them after His features.
Soon, here He comes, with His given children;
those He's given Him.
Declaring His name to these brethren;
to it He'll praise and sing.
So these creatures, angels from on high,
resign to the mystery.
They are grateful to be nigh
the One, the Holy Mercy!
