1 "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.
2 "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.
3 "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."