O Jesu! life-spring of the soul! The Father's Power and Glory bright! Thee with the Angels we extol; From Thee they draw their life and light. Thy thousand, thousand hosts are spread, Embattled o'er the azure sky; But Michael bears thy standard dread, And lifts the mighty Cross on high. He in that Sign the rebel powers Did with their Dragon Prince expel; And hurled them from the Heaven's high towers, Down like a thunderbolt to hell. Grant us with Michael still, O Lord, Against the Prince of Pride to fight; So may a crown be our reward, Before the Lamb's pure throne of light. To God the Father and the Son, Who rose from death, all glory be; With Thee, O blessed Paraclete, Henceforth through all eternity. Amen. Ant. Most glorious Prince, Michael the Archangel, be mindful of us: pray for us always both here and everywhere to the Son of God. V. In the sight of the Angels I will sing psalms to Thee, O my God. R. I will adore at thy holy temple, and will confess to thy name. Let us pray. O God, who disposest the services of Angels and men in a wonderful order; mercifully grant that those who ever stand before Thee, ministering to Thee in Heaven, may themselves also protect our life here upon earth. Through Christ our Lord. Amen.