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Do ANGELS minister to me—

Can such a wonder ever be?

Oh, sure they are too great;

Too glorious with their raiment white,

And wings so beautiful and bright,

Upon a child to wait.

Yet so it is in truth, I know,

For Jesus Christ has told us so,

And that to them is given

The loving task to guard with care

And keep from every evil snare

The chosen ones of heaven.

And so if I am good and mild,

And try to be a holy child,

My angel will rejoice;

And sound his golden harp to Him

Who dwells among the cherubim,

And praise Him with his voice.

But if I sin against the Lord,

By evil thought or evil word,

Or do a wicked thing;

Ah! then what will my angel say?

Oh, he will turn his face away,

And vail it with his wing.

Then let us pray to Him who sends

His angels down to be our friends,

That, strengthened by his grace,

I may not prove a wandering sheep,

Nor ever make my angel weep,

Nor hide his glorious face.