FIRESIDE ANGELS by M. E. W.

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Jul 13, 1869

FIRESIDE ANGELS.

By M. E. W.

THERE are bright and happy spirits, Round the dazzling throne above, Singing sweetly—ever singing, Of the Saviour's wondrous love. Through the long bright day of Heaven, There they wait his blessed will, Till some message shall be given, Swiftly then his word fulfill.

If to earth the loving mandate Bids them fly on wings of light, Bringing words of peace and comfort, Down from Heaven they take their flight; Swiftly they perform his pleasure, Lovingly they whisper here, Till the tears cease their full measure, And the lone heart leaves its fear.

To these blessed, waiting spirits, God has given a beauteous name, Angels they are called in Heaven, And on earth we say the same. But unto these bright ones only Words of love do not belong, Some there are of earthly beings, Who unite the same sweet song.

Speaking love, and peace, and comfort, To earth's weary, troubled ones, Stretching out the hand to help them, And dividing e'en the crumbs. Ever watching, ever ready, That occasion may be given, To assist the straying, needy, Aid them on the road to Heaven.

In the little household circle, Oft a kindly heart is found, Full of thought for others' pleasure, Blessings scatter all around. May be that the words of Jesus, In his book they sometimes see, If ye've done a kindly action, Ye have done it unto me.

Oh! the light from their glad faces Makes a little heaven below! So we've named them fireside angels; Yes, their love from Heaven doth flow. And they do their Master's bidding, Just as truly through the day, As if from the world of glory Jesus sent them all the way.

M. E. W.