1 Though angels bright escape our sight,
Unheard their songs are sung,
They hover 'round us day and night,
These earthly mists among.

2 Amid the snares, amid the cares
That danger bring each day,
Our Lord an angel band prepares
To guide us on our way.

3 With malice fell the prince of hell
Would fain the Church o'erthrow,
But holy angels guard it well,
And put to shame the foe.

4 This mercy shown, O Lord, we own:
To Thee our thanks we bring;
And with the angels 'round Thy throne
Would endless praises sing.