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;
And whisper to the faithful heart,
"O Christian soul, in peace depart."
3 Blest Jesus, Thou whose groans and tears
Have sanctified frail nature’s fears,
To earth in bitter sorrow weigh'd,
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,
Oh, shield us in the last dread hour.
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First Line: | They come, God's messengers of love |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1870 |
Topic: | Angels; Christians: their life and experience; Death: anticipation of |
Notes: | Author from index: R. Campbell |