Lyrics
1. Stars of the morning,
so gloriously bright,
Filled with celestial
splendor and light,
These that, where night
never followeth day,
Raise the “Thrice Holy”
song ever and aye.
2. These are Thy ministers,
these dost Thou own,
God of Sabaoth,
the nearest Thy throne;
These are Thy messengers,
These dost Thou send,
Help of the helpless ones!
man to defend.
3. “Who like the Lord?”
thunders Michael the chief;
Raphael, “the cure of God,”
comforteth grief;
And, as at Nazareth,
prophet of peace,
Gabriel, “the light of God,”
bringeth release.
4. These keep the guard amid
Salem's dear bowers,
Thrones, principalities,
virtues, and powers,
Where, with the living ones,
mystical four,
Cherubim, seraphim,
bow and adore.
5. Then, when the earth
was first poised in mid space,
Then, when the planets
first sped on their race,
Then, when were ended
the six days’ employ,
Then all the sons of God
shouted for joy.
6. Still let them succor us;
still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts,
battling for right;
Till, where their anthems
they ceaselessly pour,
We with the angels
may bow and adore.
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8. Stars of the morning,
so gloriously bright,
Filled with celestial
splendor and light,
These that, where night
never followeth day,
Raise the “Trisagion”
ever and aye.