1 Around the throne of God a band
Of glorious angels ever stand;
Bright things they see, sweet harps they hold,
And on their heads are crowns of gold.

2 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.

3 Lord, give your angels ev'ry day
Command to guide us on our way,
And bid them ev'ry evening keep
Their watch around us while we sleep.

4 Then shall no wicked thing draw near
To do us harm or cause us fear,
And we shall live, when life is past,
With angels round your throne at last.