They Come Gods Messengers Of Love


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:
But chiefly, at our journey’s end,
‘Tis theirs the spirit to defend.

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.

An angel guard to us supply,
When on the bed of death we lie;
And by Thine own almighty power,
O shield us in that final hour.

Amen.