Angel of Love

Angel of love

for ev­ery grief

Its sooth­ing balm thy mer­cy brings

For ev­ery pang its heal­ing leaf

For home­less want

thine out­spread

wings.

Enough for thee the plead­ing eye

The knit­ted brow of si­lent pain;

The por­tals op­en to a sigh

Without the clank of bolt or chain.

Who is our bro­ther? He that lies

Left at the way­side

bruised and sore:

His need our op­en hand sup­plies

His wel­come waits him at our door.

Not ours to ask in freez­ing tones

His race

his call­ing

or his creed;

Each heart the tie of kin­ship owns

When those are hu­man veins that bleed.

Here stand the cham­pi­ons to de­fend

From ev­ery wound that flesh can feel;

Here sci­ence

pa­tience

skill

shall blend

To save

to calm

to help

to heal.

Father of Mer­cies! Weak and frail

Thy guid­ing hand Thy child­ren ask;

Let not the Great Phy­si­cian fail

To aid us in our ho­ly task.

Source of all truth

and love

and light

That warm and cheer our earth­ly days

Be ours to serve Thy will aright

Be Thine the glo­ry and the praise!