English poem
LESSON XXI. Of the Holy Angels
by Philip Doddridge (1773–1832)
My soul the heavenly world survey, The regions of eternal day. There Jesus reigns, and round his seat Millions of glorious angels meet. And little children in their arms, They gently bear, secure from harms. O may I with such humble zeal, My heavenly Father's word fulfil. That I, when time has run his race, May with bless'd angels find a place.