I confess to you, my brothers and sisters…I was a total slacker this morning and slept in when I ought to have been singing the morning office in honor of Michael and all angels. Here’s my penance:

Archangel Michael, great protector
Shield us from the demons’ wrath;
Of the angels, great director
Keep our feet from error’s path.

True defender of the Chosen,
Mighty prince of Israel
In the burning wastes and frozen
Kept the Lord’s own people well.

Now the nations call upon thee,
Leader of the heavenly band,
Hail the hosts with weapons fiery
Lead them forth by thy command

Furthermore this day we honor
All the heavenly hosts abroad;
Messengers of His high Splendor,
Those who do the will of God.

Burning seraphs tend the altar
Voices hymning in accord
Chant the song that shall not falter,
“Holy, holy, holy, Lord.”

Fire-formed spirits of the Maker,
God-breathed race of wind and flame,
Servants of the high Creator,
Do the will of that great Name

Blessed Michael, we beseech thee,
And thy nine-choir’d kin,*
May our supplications reach thee,
Keep us pure and free from sin.

To the High World-Shaper glory
And to Christ, His only Son,
Of the Spirit tell the story,
While the ages ever run.

* This is a line of spondees thus the beat goes |And thy | nine | choir’d | kin.

It’s iambic tetrameter. I have no clue what tune to put it too but there are plenty out there–pick one! ;-)