How Art Thou Fallen

O' Lucifer, thou wast the bright and shining Star Archangel of the highest heaven Thou wast the seal and sum perfection Thy wisdom and thy beauties glory Adorned with every precious stone The workmanship of thy music Wast prepared at thy creation Thou anointed Cherub who covers Established in thy seat of honor Upon the holy mount of God Walking to and fro Through the midst of fiery stones Thou wast perfect in thy ways From the day thou wast created Til iniquity was found in thee Thy violence and profanity Thy sin of vanity As thy heart was lifted up in pride Because thou lovest thine own self Thy wisdom wast corrupted For the sake of thine own splendor How art thou fallen! O' Lucifer! Thou son of the morning! Cast to the ground Where fire shall devour Devouring fire from thy midst Thou art become as man Dust and ashes Thou art astonishment Terror and horror Thou shalt be no more Forever.