Show o 0 I The Angel ng l of f Patience I WEARY YEARY hearts to mourning home homes T TO Gods God's meekest angel gently comes No Ku power has he to banish pain lain Or Ot give g us back our lost again And yet et in jn love our dear And Heavenly Father sends him here Theres There's quiet in that Angels Angel's glance Theres There's rest In his still countenance e He lie mocks no grief g with idle cheer Nor wounds with words the mourners mourner's car ear But ills an and woes he ma may not cure He kindly ly trains us t ID lJ endure Angel of oC Patience sent to calm Our feverish brows with cooling balm halm i To lay the storms of or hope and fear And reconcile lifes life's smile and tear 1 The throbs of ot wounded pride to still k And make our own our Fathers Father's will J I I Io r O 0 thou who mourned on th wa way M With longings for the cl clos sir of day day day- J He walks with ith thee that Ah ei kind ind And gently gentl whispers Do resigned Bear up bear bearon on on the end shall tell The dear Lord all things well John John G. G Whittier |