1 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.

2 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.

3 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.

4 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.