Hymn: Te, splendor et virtus
O Jesu! life-spring of the soul!
The Father's power and glory bright!
Thee with the Angels we extol;
From thee they draw their life and light.
Thy thousand thousand hosts are spread
Embattled o'er the azure sky;
But Michael bears thy standard dread, And lifts the might Cross on high. He, in that sign, the rebel powers Did, with their dragon prince, expel; And hurled them from the heavens' high towers, Down, like a thunderbolt, to hell. Grant us, with Michael, still, O Lord, Against the prince of pride to fight; So may a crown be our reward, Before the Lamb's pure throne of light. To God the Father praise be done, Who hath redeemed us through his Son; Anoints us by the Holy Ghost, And guards us by the Angel host. Amen