A Book of Hymns for Public and Private Devotion (15th ed.) ‎#329

329. Affliction, God’s Angel

Affliction’s faded form draws nigh,
With wrinkled brow and downcast eye;
With sackcloth on her bosom spread,
And ashes scattered o’er her head.

But deem her not a child of earth;
From heaven she draws her sacred birth;
Beside the throne of God she stands
To execute his kind commands.

The messenger of love, she flies
To train us for our sphere, the skies;
And onward as we move, the way
Becomes more smooth, more bright the day.

Her weeds to robes of glory turn,
Her looks with kindling radiance burn;
And from her lips these accents steal,—
“God smites to bless, he wounds to heal!”

Text Information

• First Line: Affliction's faded form draws nigh
• Title: Affliction, God’s Angel
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1866

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