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 chariot Rolls its burning wheels along! Raise aloft your voices million In a torrent power 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 advance Thousands in the glorious dance!
4. Raise a chorus, sons of Michael, Like old Ocean’s roaring swell, Till the mighty acclamation Through rebounding space doth tell That, that the Ancient One doth reign, That, that the Ancient One doth reign In his Paradise again!