Sons of Michael, He Approaches

1. Sons of Michael, he approaches! Rise, the ancient father greet. Bow, ye thousands, low before him; Minister before his feet. 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 pow’r of song. 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 seed abide. 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 Thru rebounding space doth tell That the ancient one doth reign In his Father’s house again!