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Which of the petty kings of earth,
Can boast a guard like ours,
Encircled from out second birth
With all the heavenly powers?
Angels, where'er we go, attend
Our steps, whate'er betide,
With watchful care their charge defend,
And evil turn aside.
Their instrumental aid, unknown,
They day and night supply;
And, free from fear, we lay us down,
Though Satan's host be nigh.
And when our spirits we resign,
On outstretched wings they bear,
And lodge us in the arms divine,
And leave us ever there.
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
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ST. GABRIEL
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8 6 8 6 (C.M.)
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