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The Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Third-day, November 12, 1867

FromReview and Herald, Vol. XXX, No. 22

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ANGELS IN TEARS.

By M. WILCOX

SUGGESTED ON READING TESTIMONY NO. 12.

Angels in tears! pray, tell me why Such sacred tears should flow? Answer, my soul! Ah! is it I Caused angels grief to know? Ah! why should angels grieve or weep, All pure and sinless they— Unless because they vigils keep O’er mortals prone to stray?
Ah! sad the thought! an angel’s face, With bitter tears run down, Lest I should fail to win the race, And lose at last the crown!
Yes, angels grieve, and weep to know That we unfaithful prove To Him who called us here below To share the joys above; To Him who agonized in grief, Such as no mortal knows; That He might bring to us relief From sin and all its woes; To Him whose tears bedewed the ground, His sweat ran down with blood, Beneath our sins, ah! thus He groaned, Thus wept the Son of God!
Then ’tis not strange that angels weep, Those messengers of love, Sent by our Lord to guard, and keep, And lead our thoughts above. But strange it is that we should prove Unfaithful to our God; Should grieve his Spirit, slight his love, Who bought us with his blood.
Arise, my soul! arouse and pray, See, angels weep for thee! Watch and be sober, lest thou stray, Or lack humility. Let tears of deep contrition fall, Let anguish break my heart, Till thou, my Lord, possess it all, And this vain world no part.
Till angels weep no more for me, Nor turn in grief away; Till they no sin in me shall see, But whispering may say, “We’ll guard thee well both day and night, And shield thee from all harm; ’Gainst principalities we fight, Strengthened by God’s own arm.”
Oh! may they bear no ill report; Unto the better land; But be it their more blessed work To cheer the little band, Who keep the law, in faith, and love Of Jesus, till he come To take his waiting ones above, Unto their glorious home.
And then may angels join the strain Of harmony and love; While they escort the blessed train To seats prepared above; To dwell with them no more to sin, No more to suffer pain; Oh! blessed they who enter in, With Jesus Christ to reign.
M. WILCOX. Tuscola Co., Mich.