They Come, God’s Messengers of Love

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.

They come to watch around us here

To soothe our sor­row

calm our fear:

Ye heav­en­ly guides

speed not away

God will­eth you with us to stay.

But chief­ly at its jour­ney’s end

’Tis yours the spir­it to be­friend

And whis­per to the faith­ful heart

O Christ­ian soul

in peace de­part.

Blest Je­su

Thou whose groans and tears

Have sanc­ti­fied frail na­ture’s fears

To earth in bit­ter sor­row weighed

Thou didst not scorn Thine an­gel’s aid;

An an­gel guard to us sup­ply

When on the bed of death we lie;

And by Thine own al­migh­ty pow­er

O shield us in the last dread hour.

To God the Fa­ther

God the Son

And God the Spir­it

Three in One

From all above and all be­low

Let joy­ful praise un­ceas­ing flow.