Angels

Angels' eyes are in the skies,

Stars that watch in heaven;

Angels' tongues are whisp'ring nigh

In the winds that sigh

At even.

In the visions of the night

Angels' forms hang over us,

Changing darkness into light,

Bringing past delight

Before us.

Not in vain, oh, not in vain

Draw those angels near us;

On their breath we hear the strain

Of our loved ones come to cheer us;

And our hearts grow brave and strong,

For the work we're given,

When at morn the angelthrong

Leave us with a song

For heaven.