Detroit Lorica

 I'm obviously drawing inspiration from other translations of St. Patrick's Lorica, but I kind of like this, at least for a first draft:

At Waawiyatanong in this hour
I name the Three-In-One and bind
unto myself the heavenly power
that in our God alone we find.

Unto myself I bind today
the power of Word made Flesh, baptized,
killed on the cross, in the tomb laid
raised from the dead, raised to the skies,

Who comes to judge the quick and dead,
whose life gives hope and sets us free,
whose reign breaks forth just as he said:
This power today I bind to me.

I bind unto myself today
the power that comes when Seraphs love,
Archangels serve, Angels obey,
and Cherubs worship God above,

The power gained from our forebears' prayers,
the prophets' words, the apostles' preaching
the witness each confessor bears
the righteous' actions, pure souls' teaching.

I place the power of heaven today,
all fire's strength, the sun's bright glow,
the swift wind blowing on its way,
the flashing lightning, whitest snow,

By God's strong help, aided by grace
The sea's great depth, the hard rocks' starkness,
Even the stable earth I place
Between myself and present darkness.