When angels come we do not hear
Wings fluttering; no forms appear
To human vision. But we know
Their presence in the heart's warm glow,
In spiritual strength, in Truth made clear.
Pain vanishes; the atmosphere
Of gloom gives way to hope and cheer;
We rise with joy to meet the foe,
When angels come.
Love does not change. We are as dear
To God as any ancient seer
To whom His thoughts were winged. And so
We feel His power dispelling woe,
His healing presence very near,
When angels come.
