Let Angels Lift Your Wings to Free a Child Whose Temperament is Gentle, Meek and Mild

Unfold your wings. Be born again a child;

familiar as a newborn with God’s peace.

Let from your heart flow mercies, meek and mild.

Let their deep pathos and their sweet increase

through godly passions multiply your gifts. 

Let fullness of  fair beauty’s child set free, 

like strains of music reach out to uplift.

Let them be bread to succor hungry souls

Let them be tears that weep with those who mourn.

Let them be hands which reach deep down to pull

from depths, fair hopes which once from men were torn.

Let them be words which lift men from despair.

Let them be ears which hear and comprehend.

Let them be deeds which seek means to repair

the breach between the foe and would-be friend.

Let them be drink which quenches famine’s thirsts.

Let them be prayers that summon angels near.

Let them be smiles that with compassions burst

through deepening mists of grief, men's anguished tears.

Let them be joy where sorrows have been sown.

Let them be peace where fears did long reside.

Let them be beauty where no beauty’s known.

Let them be liberty where chains abide. 

Let those thus freed from bonds and scorns and chains,

look up and see the light of unfeigned love.

Let them be cleansed of sin and sorrow’s bane  

till they gain peace through mercies from above.

Let angels lift your wings to free a child  

through whom God works His mercies meek and mild.