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
Oh sweet delicious life
By divine heat of my hearts longing
Death must wait once more
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.