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2  Have pity on my weakness; Walk beside me always, Chat with me all along the journey; And while I listen to you, Lest I fall along the way, Good Angel, give me your hand.

 

A ring of Angels, beautiful and pink Hover above my cradle. Two by two, all around they guard my crib night and day; At my feet and along side my bed They constantly keep watch. Gently closing my eyelids When I finish praying; And all night they watch over me, And wake me in the morning; And when it is cold, or windy, They cover me warmly, And at the end of my life They will lead me to Paradise. 