Classic Poem

To thee, O Christ, thy Father's light,
Life, vertue, which our heart inspires,
In presence of thine angels bright,
We sing with voice and with desires:
Our selves we mutually invite
To melody with answering quires.
With reverence we those souldiers praise,
Who near the heavenly throne abide,
And chiefly him whom God doth raise
His strong celestial host to guide,
Michael, who by his power dismays,
And beateth down the devil's pride.