Hush! we are sur­round­ed! See you not the foe—
All en­camped and guard­ed, watch­ing us be­low?
Yes, I said, “I see them—they are ve­ry near;
I can hear their foot­steps, yet I do not fear.

“For oh, look, my bro­ther, near­er than the foe
Are the tents of an­gels, shin­ing pure as snow.
See the shin­ing sen­tries pace our camp to­night,
Rank on rank of watch­ers, glo­ri­ous in their might.

He who is their cap­tain bids me trust His care;
Well I know His bright ones keep their vi­gil there.
Hosts may camp against me—heart, thou shalt not fear!
He, the Lord of an­gels, God our king is here.