The Angel of the Lord

Be still

my doubt­ing soul

no long­er fear;

The an­gel of the Lord en­camp­eth near;

Trust now the liv­ing God; His pro­mise take;

He this as­sur­ance gives for Je­sus’ sake.

Sing praise

sing praise

For the an­gel of the Lord

Encampeth round about us

And guards us with his sword;

Sing praise

sing praise

For the an­gel of the Lord

Encampeth round about us

And guards us with his sword.

His an­gel ev­er­more en­camp­eth near

To those who keep His word with ho­ly fear;

My eyes do not be­hold his wings of light

But in my rest­ful soul I feel his might.

I thank Thee

O my God

that while I live

Thou dost in times of need de­liv’rance give;

So

when death’s hour draws nigh

I need not fear;

The an­gel of Thy love will still be near.