Verse 1
Angels attend (’tis God commands)
And make me now your care:
Hover around, and in your hands
My soul securely bear.
Verse 2
With outstretch’d wings my temples shade;
To you the charge is given:
Are ye not all sent forth to aid
Th’ anointed heirs of heaven?
Verse 3
Servants of God, both yours and mine,
Your fellow-servant guard:
Sweet is the task, if he enjoin,
His service your reward.
Verse 4
Then let us join our God to bless,
Our Master’s praise to sing,
The Lord of hosts, the Prince of Peace,
Our Father, and our King.
Verse 5
At him my mounting spirit aims,
My kindling thoughts aspire,
(Assist, ye ministerial flames,
And raise my raptures higher!)
Verse 6
Upward on wings of love I fly,
Where all his glories blaze,
Like you behold with eagle’s eye
My heavenly Father’s face.