Encamping Angels

Hush! we are sur­round­ed! See you not the foe—

All en­camped and guard­ed

watch­ing us be­low?

Yes

I said

“I see them—they are ve­ry near;

I can hear their foot­steps

yet I do not fear.

“For oh

look

my bro­ther

near­er than the foe

Are the tents of an­gels

shin­ing pure as snow.

See the shin­ing sen­tries pace our camp to­night

Rank on rank of watch­ers

glo­ri­ous in their might.

He who is their cap­tain bids me trust His care;

Well I know His bright ones keep their vi­gil there.

Hosts may camp against me—heart

thou shalt not fear!

He

the Lord of an­gels

God our king is here.