When to you the angels whisper,
Walk by faith and not by sight,
In the narrow, upward pathway,
Turn to neither left nor right,
Arise, obey!
Seems this path bereft of sunshine?
Do foreboding clouds appear?
Humbly yield each budding purpose
To the loving Father's care;
Watch and pray!
Falter not, nor fear the shadows,
Ever seek the heavenly goal,
Bright the skies, no trace of sorrow
In the atmosphere of Soul;
Rejoice alway.
