Art Thou watching o’er me from Thy seat on high?
Are the angels with Thee far up in the sky?
From Thy home in Heaven watching where I go,
Lighting up the dangers of my path below?
Yes, I’m watching—always watching
O’er My loved ones there below,
Never wearying, ever cheering,
All My children where they go.
Art Thou watching o’er me in the silent night,
When I say my prayer for Thee to guide me right?
Do the angels love me—listen what I say—
Asking Thee for mercy when I kneel to pray?
Yes, they love thee, always love thee,
Ever with thee to rejoice,
Never tiring, ever singing,
In their happy sweetest voice.
Art Thou watching o’er me when I am asleep,
And my spirit’s wandering thro’ the dreamy deep?
Art Thou really with me just as it does seem?
Do I see the angels when I sleep and dream?
Yes, I’m with thee—always with thee,
Not a moment from thy side;
Never doubting, ever loving—
Always in My trust abide.
Art Thou watching o’er me when some voice I hear
Sweetly calls to wake me from my dreamland sphere?
Art Thou there to greet me in the morning bright
When I pray and ask Thee for Thy guiding light?
Yes, I’ll greet thee—always greet thee
In the fresh and early morn—
Never absent—ever present;
Never from My side be torn.