Airy ladders, ev'ry night
lower fair winged halos,
spirits of His might, 
feet in sandals shod
messengers from God.

Rest awhile your wearied head,
close your tired eyes and know,
breathy whispers said:
"Your prayers have been heard
you can rest assured."

So sleep now, my sweet, sweet child
where pillow angels do dance,
speaking words, kind and mild,
His promise ever to abide
forever kisses at your bedside.