Be still, my doubt­ing soul, no long­er fear;
The an­gel of the Lord en­camp­eth near;
Trust now the liv­ing God; His pro­mise take;
He this as­sur­ance gives for Je­sus’ sake.

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Sing praise, sing praise,
For the an­gel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword;
Sing praise, sing praise,
For the an­gel of the Lord
Encampeth round about us,
And guards us with his sword.

His an­gel ev­er­more en­camp­eth near
To those who keep His word with ho­ly fear;
My eyes do not be­hold his wings of light,
But in my rest­ful soul I feel his might.

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I thank Thee, O my God, that while I live,
Thou dost in times of need de­liv’rance give;
So, when death’s hour draws nigh, I need not fear;
The an­gel of Thy love will still be near.

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