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Poems

By Henry Nutcombe Oxenham. Third Edition
  

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XXIX. THE HOLY ANGELS.
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XXIX. THE HOLY ANGELS.

Spirits blest in orders nine,
Choirs before the awful shrine
In ceaseless homage bending,
Angel guards in love divine
Man's fallen race befriending;
Burning seraphs who have place
Nighest to the Throne of Grace;
Virtues, Thrones, Dominions;
All who throng heaven's boundless space
Upborne on golden pinions;
Ye, O most mysterious seven,
Rulers of the hosts of heaven;
Dread Michael, prince of might;
Thou, to whom men's souls are given,
Sweet Raphael, guardian sprite!

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Gabriel, hail! Redemption's angel
Who didst erst the blest evangel
To Mary's ear unfold;
Ye whose glittering robes bespangle
Heaven's pavement-floor of gold!
Spirit ever bright and fair,
Thou by whose peculiar care
My sinful soul is tended,
Stretch thy shield hell powers to scare
From me, till life be ended!