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Hail, glorious angels, heirs of light,
ye highborn sons of fire,
whose souls burn chaste, whose flames shine bright:
all joy, yet all desire.
Hail, all ye happy sp'rits above,
who make that glorious ring
about th'eternal throne of love,
and there forever sing:
All glory to the sacred Three,
one everliving Lord;
as at the first, alway to be
belov'd, obey'd, ador'd.
