He shall give His angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways. They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.@Psalm 91:11–12

Ma­ry L. Bing­ham, in Truth in Song (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: Cla­ra H. Scott, 1896), num­ber 32.

Ex­tre­ma­du­ra Cla­ra H. Scott, 1896 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Clara H. Scott (1841–1897)

If we could know in times of grief,
How near God’s angels come,
Our hearts would greet, with sweet relief,
These messengers from home,
These messengers from home.

O’er all our ways His charge they keep,
Nor minister in vain;
And if we wake, or if we sleep,
Swift flies the heav’nly train,
Swift flies the heav’nly train.

With silent tread they camp around
To guard his children dear,
Nor e’en a stone upon the ground
To harm them shall appear,
To harm them shall appear.