We, the ministering angels

    by Norman R Clarke

    Ministering Angels

    To you my sons the Priesthood bearers
    To you my sons the armour bearers
    Gird up your loins and seize the day
    Minister unto God’s children in the Saviour’s way.
     
    Embrace the work, go forth with zeal
    We the sons who hold the workers seal
    We the builders and guardians of Zion
    To whom the people can look to and rely on.
     
    To rescue, restore the troubled heart
    Love and compassion to impart
    To the lonely one in need and despair
    To the rescue we go armed with love and care.
     
    We labour together for what is true and right
    That we may gain acceptance in God’s sight
    That we may all arise as if as one
    And sing our praises to God’s Holy Son.