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.

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.

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.

Blest Je­su, 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;

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.

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.