Dear angel ever at my side,
How loving must thou be,
To leave thy home in heav’n
To guard a sinful child like me.
Thy beautiful and shinning face
I see not, though so near,
The sweetness of thy soft low voice
I am too deaf to hear.
But I have felt thee in my thoughts
Fighting with sin for me;
And when my heart loves God, I know
The sweetness is from thee.
Then , for thy sake, dear angel, now
More humble will I be;
But i am weak, and when i fall
O weary not to me