1 Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,
filled with celestial resplendence and light,
these that, where night never followeth day,
raise the Trisagion ever and aye:

2 these are thy counsellors, these dost thou own,
Lord God of Sabaoth, nearest thy throne;
these are thy ministers, these dost thou send,
help of the helpless ones, us to defend.

*3 These keep the guard amid Salem's dear bowers;
thrones, principalities, virtues, and powers;
where, with the living ones, mystical four,
cherubim, seraphim bow and adore.

4 'Who like the Lord?' thunders Michael the Chief;
Raphael, 'the Cure of God', comforteth grief;
and, as at Nazareth, prophet of peace,
Gabriel, 'the Light of God', bringeth release.

5 Then, when the earth was first poised in mid-space,
then, when the planets first sped on their race,
then, when were ended the six days’ employ,
then all the Sons of God shouted for joy.

6 Still let them succor us; still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right;
till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
we with the angels may bow and adore.