Angels' eyes are in the skies,
Stars that watch in heaven;
Angels' tongues are whisp'ring nigh
In the winds that sigh
At even.

In the visions of the night
Angels' forms hang over us,
Changing darkness into light,
Bringing past delight
Before us.

Not in vain, oh, not in vain
Draw those angels near us;
On their breath we hear the strain
Of our loved ones come to cheer us;
And our hearts grow brave and strong,
For the work we're given,
When at morn the angelthrong
Leave us with a song
For heaven.