O ye Spirits and Souls of the Righteous, bless ye the Lord

Hail, glorious Angels, Heirs of Light, Ye high born Sons of Fire! Whose Hearts burn chast, whose Flames shine bright, All Joy, yet all Desire.

Hail, holy Saints, who long in Hope And Expectation sat, Till for its King, Heaven did set ope Its everlasting Gate.

Hail, great Apostles of the Lamb, Who brought that early Ray, Which from our Sun reflected came, And made a glorious Day.

Hail, generous Martyrs, whose strong Hearts Bravely rejoiced to prove, How weak, pale Death, are all thy Darts Compair'd to those of Love.

Hail, beauteous Virgins, whose pure Love Renounc'd all low Desires, Who wisely fixt your Hearts above, And burnt with heavenly Fires.

Hail, all ye happy Spirits above, Who make that glorious Ring About the sparkling Throne of Love And there for ever sing.

Great Lord, among their Crowns of Praise Accept this little Wreath, Which while their lofty Notes they raise We humbly sing beneath.