HIGH the feathered warblers fly,
Singing in the clear blue sky;
Higher still the angels soar,
And sing in Heaven evermore.
Birds, come rest your wings awhile,
With me here the hours beguile;
Angels, downward turn your love,
Tell me of the joys above.
WHEN at night I go to sleep,
Fourteen angels are at hand;
Two on my right their watches keep;
Two on my left to bless me stand;
Two hover gently o'er my head ;
Two guard the foot of my small bed;
Two wake me with the sun's first ray;
Two dress me nicely every day;
Two guide me on the heavenly road
That leads to Paradise and God.
"WHERE are the angels, mother?
Though you have often said
They watched at night around me,
And safely kept my bed;
"But when it faded slowly,
I knew it could not be,
For they are always shining
Why come they not to me?"
"My child, when through your window
Shines down the moonlight clear,
When all is still and silent,
And no kind friend is near,
"Are you not glad and happy,
And full of thoughts of love?
Do you not think of heaven,
That brighter land above?
"These thoughts the angels bring you;
And though the gentle tone
Of their sweet voices comes not
When you are all alone;
"Yet they are always leaving,
For earth, their homes on high;
And though you cannot see them,
You feel that they are nigh."
I WANT to be an angel,
And with the angels stand; A crown upon my forehead,
And a harp within my hand.
Then, right before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I'd make the sweetest music,
And praise him day and night.
I never should be weary,
Nor ever shed a tear,
Nor ever know a sorrow,
Nor ever feel a fear.
But, blessed, pure, and holy,
I'd dwell in Jesus' sight;
And with ten thousand thousand,
Praise him both day and night.
I know I'm weak and sinful,
But Jesus will forgive;
For many little children
Have gone to heaven to live.
Dear Saviour, when I languish,
And lay me down to die,
O send a shining angel
To bear me to the sky!
A CHILD'S PRAYER.
O, there I'll be an angel,
And with the angels stand;
A crown upon my forehead,
A harp within my hand!
And there, before my Saviour,
So glorious and so bright,
I''ll join the heavenly music
And praise him day and night!
LORD, teach a little child to pray,
And oh! accept my prayer;
Thou canst hear all the words I say,
For thou art everywhere.
A little sparrow cannot fall
Unnoticed, Lord, by thee;
And though I am so young and small,
Thou dost take care of me.
Teach me to do whate'er is right,
And when I sin, forgive;
And make it still my chief delight
To serve thee while I live.
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