The angels now are nearer drawn,
Their voices more distinctly heard;
The rustle of their wings is gone,
Or, rather, say their wings are grown—
Their power to soar more clearly shown
Through prompt obedience to God's Word.
Their call, so clear, to undertake
The Master's work on earth to do,
To soothe and cheer the hearts that ache,
To heal the sick wherever found,
To lift the lowly from the ground
To seek a balm for every wound,
And scatter blessings all around—
This call is heard, and heeded, too.
Darling, on this, thy natal day,
Accept the offering that we bring,
Of hearts that now and ever pray
For Gods good Spirit thee to guide,
To do His will whate'er betide;—
So may thy life His praises sing.
CHRISTMAS, 1880.
From countless belfries on this day
The Christmas chimes are ringing,
And many tongues of old and young
The Christmas hymns are singing.
In churches bright with evergreen
Are tens of thousands kneeling,
And uttering words of thanks and praise
For God's sublime revealing.
