We, The 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.