Art Thou Watching o’er Me?

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.