1. Sons of Michael, he approaches!Rise; the ancient Father greet;Bow, ye thousands, low before him;Minister before his feet;Hail, hail the Patriarch’s glad reign,Hail, hail the Patriarch’s glad reign,Spreading over sea and main.
2. Sons of Michael, ’tis his chariotRolls its burning wheels along!Raise aloft your voices millionIn a torrent pow’r of song:Hail, hail our Head with music soft!Hail, hail our Head with music soft!Raise sweet melodies aloft!
3. Mother of our generations,Glorious by great Michael’s side,Take thy children’s adoration;Endless with thy Lord preside;Lo, lo, to greet thee now advance,Lo, lo, to greet thee now advanceThousands in the glorious dance!
4. Raise a chorus, sons of Michael,Like old Ocean’s roaring swell,Till the mighty acclamationThrough rebounding space doth tellThat, that the Ancient One doth reign,That, that the Ancient One doth reignIn his paradise again!