Let the angels who guide

Our footstepes, hold our weary arms.

For we have fought the mighty struggle,

And yet there is more to come.

Let it then be heard in heaven,

The voice we cry out for help.

For if it were to go unanswered,

How are we to ever survive?

O Lord, You know our wants and needs,

Have pity on us when we go astray.

For we are sheep who need a shepherd,

To guide us through our earthly trials.