The Stennetts of England - Samuel Stennett D.D. - Hymn Poems

Great God! what hosts of angels stand

Great God! what hosts of angels stand,
In shining ranks at thy right hand,
Arrayed in robes of dazzling light,
With pinions stretch'd for distant flight!

Immortal fires! seraphic flames!
Who can recount their various names?
In strength and beauty they excel;
For near the throne of God they dwell.

How eagerly they wish to know
The duties he would have them do;
What joy their active spirits feel
To execute their Sov'reign's will!

Hither, at his command, they fly
To guard the beds on which we lie,
To shield our persons night and day,
And scatter all our fears away.

Herod attempts, but all in vain,
To bind a Peter with his chain ;
At one soft word an angel speaks
The massy chain asunder breaks.

Send, O my God ! some angel down,
(Though to a mortal eye unknown,)
To guide and guard my doubtful way
Up to the realms of endless day.

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