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Hymns | Holy Guardian Angels | 2 October 2026

1.
O God of hosts, whose angels bright
Walk roads both near and far,
They guard us through the city light,
And guide us by each star.

2.
Along the tracks where trains now run,
Through mist of dawn they glide,
By Dublin tram and setting sun,
They journey at our side.

3.
On buses winding country lanes,
Past Barrow, Boyne, and sea,
Their song through joy and grief remains,
A gift of grace from Thee.

4.
Where Slemish gathers evening shade,
And curlews haunt the air,
Their silent watch is gently laid
On all who wander there.

5.
In ancient wells and hawthorn glades,
Where Celtic saints once prayed,
The light of heaven never fades
No does their loving aid. 

6.
When storms sweep in from western foam,
And darken hill and plain,
They lead the weary traveller home,
Through wind and driving rain.

7.
They stand beside the child at play,
The worker tired and worn,
And walk with those whose hearts today
Await a brighter morn.

8.
All praise to God whose love ordains
These guardians from above,
Who bless our roads and trams and trains
With care and steadfast love. 

Angels Along the Way

A railway platform in the morning mist, a Dublin tram, a bus winding through country lanes: these are ordinary places to look for the companionship of heaven. Yet if God’s love reaches into every part of life, our daily journeys belong within it too.

This hymn places angels among familiar Irish landscapes, beside the Barrow and Boyne, beneath Slemish, and near the wells where generations have prayed. It imagines their quiet watch extending to the child at play, the weary worker, and those waiting for a little more light.

Faith in angels does not promise that every journey will be easy or that suffering will pass us by. It gives us language for trusting that God’s care reaches beyond what we can see or understand. We may feel that care most clearly through someone who waits with us, notices our distress, or helps us find our way.

For those of us who find travel tiring, crowded, or overwhelming, such companionship matters. We need room to pause, kindness when we struggle, and reassurance that our vulnerability does not diminish our worth.

The hymn’s closing praise gathers roads, trams and trains into the love of God. Wherever we travel, and however slowly we make our way, we remain held within that love.

Hymn information 

First line: O God of hosts, whose angels bright
Text: Michael McFarland Campbell
Metre: CM
Tune: Kilmarnock, Bangor, Kingsfold
Theme: Holy Guardian Angels
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© Michael McFarland Campbell. 2026. 
Permission granted for local church or parish use with attribution. Not for commercial reproduction.