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HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE

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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Tuesday, March 10, 1885.

FromThe Advent Review and Sabbath Herald, Vol. 62, No. 10. Whole No. 1605.

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“HE SHALL GIVE HIS ANGELS CHARGE OVER THEE”

By Eliza Jones

BY MRS. ELIZA JONES
(TUNE: “Scatter Seeds of Kindness.”)
Do we ever catch the shadow of the angels passing by? Do we hear their soft wings rustle as they float toward the sky? Do we oft in hours of anguish, when our hearts are bowed with care, Know the angels stoop to listen to our weary, broken prayer? Oh then gather up the sunbeams, Gather gladly day by day What the angels bring from heaven, Scattering all along our way.
Do we sometimes, in the hurry of our toiling, busy life, Stop to listen to the whisper warning us to leave the strife? When the spirit powers of darkness gladly goad us on anew, Do we feel good angels’ fingers guiding us in safety through? Oh then gather up the sunbeams, Grateful gather every day, What our angel drops as leaven Just to cheer our lonely way.
Do we know how oft the tempter has been turned aside in rage By the touch of angel fingers on our heart’s unwritten page— How when sorely tried and tempted, widely ope’s the prison door, And we see the path so clearly, that was closed and dark before? Oh! then gather up the sunbeams, Cheerful gather day by day, What the angels drop from heaven Ere they wing their upward way.
No! we ne’er shall know the watchcare God hath hedged around our path, Till the loud-mouthed trumpet sounding claims our victory over death, And we see the shining angels leading forth from death and gloom, On the resurrection morning all the righteous from the tomb. Shall we gather up the sunbeams, Gladly gather, now ’tis day, What the angels bring to cheer us Through the dangers of our way?
Let us live that they may ever come and walk with us at will; When the evening shadows gather, they may then be with us still; When the night of death shall cover all our hopes in that still sleep, They may smile as still they hover, not be turned aside to weep; For we gathered up the sunbeams, And our treasures safely lie, When the angels come at dawning We shall find them all on high.
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