Prayers to the Archangels III (Great Michael of the flaming sword)

Great Michael of the flaming sword, Unfearing, swift and strong, Thou art the doer of the word, The conqueror of wrong.

Of no avail were all the light And love of Raphael, If thou wert not at hand to smite Traitor and infidel.

And hope would not survive the hour Of Gabriel's "All hail!" Save by thy pure unflinching power To make the word prevail.

Then, Michael, give us grace to stand Where still thy sword-flash gleams, And love accepts thy stern command— To win the world for dreams.