Second Choir Of Angelicals

Praise to the Holiest in the height, And in the depth be praise: In all His words most wonderful; Most sure in all His ways!

Woe to thee, man! for he was found A recreant in the fight; And lost his heritage of heaven, And fellowship with light.

Above him now the angry sky, Around the tempest's din; Who once had angels for his friends, Had but the brutes for kin.

O man! a savage kindred they; To flee that monster brood He scaled the seaside cave, and clomb The giants of the wood.

With now a fear, and now a hope, With aids which chance supplied, From youth to eld, from sire to son, He lived, and toiled, and died.

He dreed his penance age by age; And step by step began Slowly to doff his savage garb, And be again a man.

And quickened by the Almighty's breath, And chastened by His rod, And taught by Angel-visitings, At length he sought his God:

And learned to call upon His name, And in His faith create A household and a fatherland, A city and a state.

Glory to Him who from the mire, In patient length of days, Elaborated into life A people to His praise!