Young Christian's first lesson-book/Lesson Nineteen
of the Nature and Office of Angels.
MY ſoul, the heav'nly world ſurvey,
The regions of eternal day.
There Jeſus reigns, and round his ſeat
Millions of glorious angels meet.
Thoſe morning ſtars how bright they ſhine!
How ſweetly all their voices join
To praiſe their Maker!—watchful ſtill,
To mark the ſignals of his will;
While with their outſtretch'd wings they ſtand,
To fly at his divine command.
All happy as they are, and great,
Yet ſcorn they not on men to wait;
And little children in their arms
They gently bear, ſecure from harms.
Oh! may I, with ſuch humble zeal,
My heav'nly Father's word fulfil.
That I, when time has run his race,
May with bleſs'd angels find a place,
Born on their friendly wings on high,
To joys like theirs, which never die.