1. Stars of the morning, so gloriously bright,
Filled with celestial virtue and light,
These that, where night never followeth day,
Praise the Thrice Holy One ever and aye.
2. These are Thy ministers, these dost Thou own,
Lord God of Sabaoth, nearest Thy throne;
These are Thy messengers, these dost Thou send,
Help of the helpless ones, man to defend.
3. Then, when the earth was first poised in mid space,
Then, when the planets first sped on their race,
Then, when were ended the six days' employ,
Then all the sons of God shouted for joy.
4. Still let them succor us, still let them fight,
Lord of angelic hosts, battling for right,
Till, where their anthems they ceaselessly pour,
We with the angels may bow and adore. Amen.
Hymn #255 from _The Lutheran Hymnal_
Text: Job 38:7
Author: St. Joseph the Hymnographer, 883, cento
Translated by: John M. Neale, 1862
Titled: "Phohstehres tehs aulon ousias"
Tune: "O quanta qualia"
Melody: Plain-song melody, c. 1650