1 And, as in olden days,
The angels went before
To speak the coming of the Lord,
So now, and evermore,
The angels of His love
Go on before His face,
To find, in humble, lowly hearts,
For Him a dwelling place.
2 So, in our youthful hearts,
May Christ the Savior come;
Though poor and small the place for Him,
Yet there may be His home.
By doing kindly deeds,
By loving self the least,
Christ may be born in every heart
As in the ancient East.
3 So, over all your hearts
May shine the star so fair,
The light of heavenly truth, and love,
To show the Lord is here.
And may we bring to Him,
As wise men did of old,
The gift of earnest, loving souls,
More precious far than gold.
4 Thus, like the wicked king,
Our sins do seek to kill
The holy things within our minds,
And all good thoughts to still.
But if we try to love
Our Savior and His ways,
He’ll send an angel from above
To guard us all our days.
5 So, if we strive aright,
To do the Master’s will,
Our wrong desires and thoughts will die,
And good our bosoms fill.
Thus may we overcome
Our sins on every hand,
Till, guided by the angels bright,
We reach the promised land.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9329