Bread of angels, glory abounds,
Adoring your majesty within the golden shroud.
Longing to look at the grace we consume,
The angelic hosts with incense perfume.
Seraphim so sweet in your love for Him,
Cherubim full of knowledge ever-bright, not dim.
Thrones resound God’s divine decrees,
Dominions beckon all to fall on their knees.
Virtues give strength for creatures to obey,
Powers thunder what He will say.
Principalities govern the world for God’s glory,
Archangels command those enlisted in the Lord’s army.
Angels abound, calling all to bow,
Guardians of the little ones drawing near, even now.
All the heavenly hosts are here,
In this tiny chapel where God’s Presence is clear.