355.
11s. M.
Anonymous.
Are They Not All Ministering Spirits?
1 How dear is the thought, that the angels of God
May bow their bright wings to the world they once trod;
Will leave the sweet songs of the mansions above,
To breathe o’er our bosoms some message of love!
2 They come, on the wings of the morning they come,
Impatient to lead some poor wanderer home;