An angel of comfort from heaven sped—
All nature brightened as he drew near
Where a poor man toiled in his lowly shed
And thanked the Lord for his scanty bread;
The angel breathed in the Christian’s ear,
“Thy God beholds, and will not forget;
Have patience—the rod will blossom yet!”
He spread his pinions, then paused again
Where prayer from a sick man’s couch was heard;