I LOVE the holy Angels They hear the words I say. Until their life shall end: And when I die the Angels Will bear my soul away, At my Redeemer's feet. And all good friends who love me, I shall be with the Angels, In GOD'S most glorious light. [Alternative Tunes Nos. 73, 205.] AROUND the Throne of GOD a band Bright things they see, sweet harps they hold, Some wait around Him, ready still To sing His praise, and do His Will; And some, when He commands them, go LORD, give Thy Angels every day So shall no wicked thing draw near, And we shall dwell, when life is past, With Angels round Thy Throne at last. Amen. |