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March 2 ANGEL VISITS
“The Angel which redeemed me from all evil, bless.”—
Gen. xlviii. 16.
God sends an angel sometimes down
Veilèd in form of ill,
Because He loves us still;
He lays upon our head a crown
Of thorns, His holy will;
But there is light in lonely places
More than in monarchs' splendid spaces,
Because He loves us still.
Veilèd in form of ill,
Because He loves us still;
He lays upon our head a crown
Of thorns, His holy will;
But there is light in lonely places
More than in monarchs' splendid spaces,
Because He loves us still.
God lets us often faint and fail
Or sound some grievous hell,
Because He loves us well;
He driveth home Christ's every nail,
And rings the passing bell;
He leadeth best in lonely places,
And bids us move to mourner's paces,
Because He loves us well.
Or sound some grievous hell,
Because He loves us well;
He driveth home Christ's every nail,
And rings the passing bell;
He leadeth best in lonely places,
And bids us move to mourner's paces,
Because He loves us well.
God heaps upon us burdens yet
Though we beneath them fall,
Because He loves us all;
His dearest doth He lower set,
At fast not festival;
He proves our trust in lonely places
Apart with death and its embraces,
Because He loves us all.
Though we beneath them fall,
Because He loves us all;
His dearest doth He lower set,
At fast not festival;
He proves our trust in lonely places
Apart with death and its embraces,
Because He loves us all.
The Prisoner of Love | ||