- Mrs. Sangster by Mrs. Sangster

Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Nov 13, 1900

— Mrs. Sangster

By Mrs. Sangster

In the old days God sent his angels oft To men in thrashing-floors, to women pressed With daily tasks; they came to tent and croft, And whispered words of blessing and of rest.

Not mine to guess what shape those angels wore, Nor tell what voice they spoke, nor with what grace They brought the dear love down that evermore Makes lowliest souls its best abiding place.

But in these days I know my angels well; They brush my garments on the common way; They take my hand, and very softly tell Some bit of comfort in the waning day.

And though their angel names I do not ken; Though in their faces human want I read, They are God-given to this world of men, God-sent to bless it in its hours of need.

Child, mother, dearest wife, brave hearts that take The rough and bitter cross, and help us bear Its heavy weight when strength is like to break; God bless you each, our angels unaware.