|1||Before the Throne of God above
The glorious angels stand;
Their only wish, their only joy,
To do their Lord’s command.
|2||Some ever rest before His face,
And praise Him all day long;
Singing in never ending strains
Their blessèd, joyous song.
|3||And some for little children care,
And round them fold their wings,
To guard them from the tempter’s snare,
And from all hurtful things.
|4||Some Angels walk beside the priest
When he is called to see
The sick and dying ones, for there
The Angels love to be.
|5||Some stand where penitents pour out
Their tale of sin and woe,
And joy to see the precious blood
O’er the forgiven flow.
|6||These holy Angels never choose,
And never wish or ask
For other work than what God gives
To be their daily task.
|7||And we must like the Angels be,
Not choosing good or ill,
But humbly striving day by day
To do God’s Holy Will. Amen.