Though Angels Bright Escape Our Sight

Though angels bright escape our sight,
Unheard their songs are sung,
They hover ’round us day and night,
These earthly mists among.

Amid the snares, amid the cares
That danger brings each day,
Our Lord an angel band prepares
To guide us on our way.

With malice fell, the prince of hell
Would fain the Church o’erthrow,
But holy angels guard it well
And put to shame the foe.

This mercy shown, O Lord, we own:
To Thee our thanks we bring;
And with the angels ’round Thy throne
Would endless praises sing.