Classic Poem

O, the angels done bowed down,
O, yes my Lord
While Jesus was hanging upon the cross,
The angels kept quiet till God went off,
And the angels hung their harps on the willow trees,
To give satisfaction till God was pleased.

His soul went up on the pillar of cloud,
O, God He moved and the angels did bow,
Jehovah's sword was at His side,
On the empty air He began to ride.

Go down angels to the flood,
Blow out the sun, turn the moon into blood!
Come back angels, bolt the door,
The time that's been will be no more!