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They come, God’s messengers of love,
They come from realms of peace above,
From homes of never-fading light,
From blissful mansions ever bright.
2
They come to watch around us here,
To soothe our sorrow, calm our fear;
Ye heavenly guides, speed not away,
God willeth you with us to stay.
3
But chiefly at its journey’s end
’Tis yours the spirit to befriend,
And whisper to the faithful heart,
“O Christian soul, in peace depart.”
4
Blest Jesus, Thou whose groans and tears
Have sanctified frail nature’s fears,
To earth in bitter sorrow weighed,
Thou didst not scorn Thine angel’s aid.
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An angel guard to us supply
When on the bed of death we lie;
And by Thine own almighty power
O shield us in the last dread hour.
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To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, three in one,
From all above and all below
Let joyful praise unceasing flow.