II.CXIII. Angels ministering to Christ and saints

1 The majesty of Solomon,
How glorious to behold!
The servants waiting round his throne,
The ivory and the gold!

2 But, mighty God! thy palace shines
With far superior beams;
Thine angel-guards are swift as winds,
Thy ministers are flames.

3 Soon as thine only Son had made
His entrance on the earth,
A shining army downward fled
To celebrate his birth.

4 And when, oppress'd with pains and fears,
On the cold ground he lies,
Behold, a heav'nly form appears,
T' allay his agonies.]

5 Now to the hands of Christ our king
Are all their legions giv'n;
They wait upon his saints, and bring
His chosen heirs to heav'n.

6 Pleasure and praise run thro' their host,
To see a sinner turn;
Then Satan has a captive lost,
And Christ a subject born.

7 But there's an hour of brighter joy,
When he his angels sends
Obstinate rebels to destroy,
And gather in his friends.

8 O! could I say without a doubt,
There shall my soul be found;
Then let the great archangel shout,
And the last trumpet sound.

Text Information
First Line: The majesty of Solomon
Title: Angels ministering to Christ and saints
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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