Around the Throne of God a Band

Around the throne of God a band

Of bright and glo­ri­ous an­gels stand;

Sweet harps with­in their hands they hold

And on their heads are crowns of gold.

Some wait around Him rea­dy still

To sing His praise and do His will

And some

when He com­mands them

go

To guard His serv­ants here be­low.

Lord

give Thine an­gels ev­ery day

Command to guard us on our way

And bid them ev­ery ev­en­ing keep

Their watch around us while we sleep.

So shall no wick­ed thing draw near

To do us harm or cause us fear;

And we shall dwell

when life is past

With an­gels round Thy throne at last.