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.

For 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.

And when, dear Spirit, I kneel down
Morning and night to pray’r
Something there is within my heart
Which tells me thou art there.

Yes! When I pray, thou prayest too,
Thy pray'r is all for me;
But when I sleep, thou sleepest not,
But watchest patiently.

Then, for thy sake, dear Angel, now
More humble will I be;
But I am weak, and when I fall,
O weary not of me.