Around the throne of God a band
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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. 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. Lord, give thy angels every day Command to guide us on our way, And bid them every evening keep Their watch around us while we sleep. So shall no wicked thing draw near, To do us harm or cause us fear; And we shall dwell, when life is past, With angels round thy throne at last. |
Cingentes solium Dei videntur semper angeli; habent manu psalteria et fronte diademata. Hi circum eum haesitant dum laudent aut oboediant; descendunt, id si iussit, hi nos hic tuendo dediti. Fac hos ministros, Domine, nos per diem dirigere, et idem nocte fac eos invigilare circum nos. Sic nihil nobis accidet quod terreat seu vulneret, vitaque cingemus thronum functi cum angelis tuum. |