Peter Ulrich the scryer the shewstone

Uriel, your voice is clearly heard
To tell the toiler's love which can reveal the holy word
Oh sweet word, to cube the stolen square
When set upon the holy seals, and Michael shall appear
Come Michael, great sword be brought to rest
Lay on your enlightenment and approve the holy quest
Sum by sum, the characters are given
A charge of how the rule of God should pass to Earth from Heaven
[?], the language Michael sends
It is too alien and too complex to comprehend
One thing is, yet one can be yet known
The hand of God is on the hand that shall receive the stone
Gabriel, the keys you now declare
Will open God's storehouses for the treasures that lay there
Enter wisely, humbly, patiently
What Adam and Enoch knew may now be known to thee