Thou angel of God who has charge of me
From the dear Father of mercifulness,
The shepherding kind of the fold of the saints,
To make round about me this night;
Drive from me every temptation and danger,
Surround me on the sea of unrighteousness,
And in the narrows, crooks and straits.
Keep thou my coracle, keep it always.
Be thou a bright flame before me,
Be thou a guiding star above me,
Be thou a smooth path below me,
And be a kindly shepherd behind me,
To day, to night and forever.
I am tired and I a stranger
Lead thou me to the land of angles;
For me it is time to go home
To the court of Christ, to the peace of Heaven.