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- Lord, give Thine angels every day
- Command to guard us on our way,
- And bid them every evening keep
- Their watch around us while we sleep.
- So shall no wicked thing draw near
- To do us harm or cause us fear;
- And we shall dwell, when life is past,
- With angels round Thy throne at last.
JOHN M. NEALE, Hymns for Children
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