What Angel has come to us on this night?

What vision before us with wings of fire stands?

Ancient prayers spill from my lips 

As choirs sing to heaven high

On my knees 

In raptured pain whilst glorious Death in shadows waiting for my final breath

Yet life

Oh sweet delicious life

By divine heat of my hearts longing


Life holds

Death must wait once more

Ever patient

What Angel is this before me?

That takes my hand

Removes me to my bed

And by gentle kiss

Sends me into deepest blessed sleep.