p. 1 | His Angels

Pacific Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Oakland, Cal. · May 20, 1875

His Angels.

"He shall give his angels charge over thee to keep thee in all thy ways." Oh! precious promise, sweeter far Than all the fading glories are, That crown my fleeting days; For where my footsteps journey—"He Shall give his angels charge o'er me To keep me in my ways."

And when my pathway leads me through The shadowy walks and twilight dew, Where his blest feet have trod, His precious angels hover near To guard my way—while void of fear I sweetly walk with God.

Or when affliction's cloud appears Through sorrow's overflowing tears, That dim my weeping eyes— And all bewildered in the gloom I seek the path—his angels come To show me where it lies,

And lead me gently on my way Into the clearer light of day, And kindly bear me up; Lest 'mid the darkness and alone I dash my foot against a stone, Or by the wayside droop.

By "all" the devious ways I tread, His blessed feet have gone ahead, Through life's perplexing maze, To make my pathway bright and clear While his dear angels hover near To keep me in my ways.

Or 'neath the burdens of the day I faint and falter in the way My weary footsteps trace, His loving angels by my side Sustain my feet, my footsteps guide Through all the winding ways.

And when my pathway ends—O God! Thine angels through the swelling flood Shall my protection be; And lead me to the other side While Heaven's gate shall open wide To welcome them and me. —Sel.