10 Best Christian Poems About Angels

Many faiths believe in angels. Angels are mentioned in various places in the Bible. Here are Christian Poems About Angels that will explain you about angels.

An Angel In The House

Christian Poems About Angels


The Angel Of Patience

Poet: John Greenleaf Whittier

To weary hearts, to mourning- homes,
God’s meekest angel gently comes:
No power has he to banish pain
Or give us back our lost again;
And yet in tenderest love, our dear
And heavenly Father sends him here.

There’s quiet in that angel’s glance;
There’s rest in his still countenance.
He mocks no grief with idle cheer,
Nor wounds with words the mourner’s ear,
But ills and woes he may not cure
He kindly trains us to endure.

Angel of patience! sent to calm
Our feverish brows with cooling palm;
To lay the storms of hope and fear,
And reconcile life’s smile and tear;
The throbs of wounded pride to still,
And make our own our Father’s will!

O thou who mournest on thy way,
With longings for the close of day,
He walks with thee, that angel kind,
And gently whispers, “Be resigned:
Bear up, bear on; the end shall tell
The dear Lord ordereth all things well.”


Hear The Angel’s Song

The Angels Song by Gerald Lane


Hand in Hand

Poet: Lucy Larcom

Hand in hand with angels,
Through the world we go;
Brighter eyes are on us
Than we blind ones know;
Tenderer voices cheer us
Than we deaf will own;
Never, walking heavenward,
Can we walk alone.

Hand in hand with angels!
Blessed so to be!
Helped are all the helpers;
Giving light, they see.
He who aids another
Strengthens more than one;
Sinking earth he grapples
To the great White Throne.


Good Angels

Good Angels by Phoebe Cary


Angel Watchers

Poet: Rosa Vertner Jeffrey

Angel faces watch my pillow, angel voices haunt my sleep,
And upon the winds of midnight shining pinions round me sweep.
Floating downward on the starlight two bright infant forms I see;
They are mine, my own bright darlings, come from heaven to visit me.

Earthly children smile upon me, but these little ones above
Were the first to stir the fountains of a mother’s deathless love,
And as now they watch my slumber, while their soft eyes on me shine,
God forgive a mortal yearning still to call his angels mine.

Earthly children fondly call me, but no mortal voice can seem
Sweet as those that whisper “Mother!” mid the glories of my dream;
Years will pass, and earthly prattlers cease perchance to lisp my name,
But my angel babies’ accents will be evermore the same.

And the bright band now around me from their home perchance will rove,
In their strength no more depending on my constant care and love;
But my first-born still shall wander from the sky in dreams to rest
Their soft cheeks and shining tresses on an earthly mother’s breast.

Time may steal away the freshness, or some whelming grief destroy
All the hope that erst had blossomed, in my summer-time of joy;
Earthly children may forsake me, earthly friends perhaps betray,
Every tie that now unites me to this life may pass away;

But, unchanged, those angel watchers, from their blessed, immortal home,
Pure and fair, to cheer the sadness of my darkened dreams shall come;
And I can not feel forsaken; for, though reft of earthly love,
Angel children call me “Mother!” and my soul will look above.


Softly, Softly, Little Child

Poet: Julie Leonard

Softly, softly, little child;
Do not wear that angry brow;
Do not speak that naughty word;
Angel steps are near thee now.

Softly, softly, little child;
Drive thy passions far away,
And thy angel visitants
Close will fold their wings and stay.

Softly, softly, little child;
Drop the penitential tear;
Angels catch it ere it falls
Bear it up to heaven from here.

Softly, softly, little child,
Are the songs of angels blent:
Joyous are the strains above
O’er the child that doth repent.


Sculptors Of Life

Poet: Bishop Doane

Sculptors of life are we, as we stand
With our souls uncarved before us.
Waiting the hour when at God’s command
Our life dream passes o’er us.

If we carve it yet on the yielding stone.
With many a sharp incision,
Its heavenly vision shall be our own,
Our lives – that angel vision.


Angel of Pain

Poet: Unknown

Angel of Pain, I think thy face
Will be, in all the heavenly place,
The sweetest face that I shall see.
The swiftest face to smile on me.

All other angels faint and tire;
Joy wearies, and forsakes Desire;
Hope falters, face to face with Fate,
And dies because it cannot wait;

And Love cuts short each loving day,
Because fond hearts cannot obey
That subtlest law which measures bliss
By what it is content to miss.

But thou, O loving, faithful Pain,
Hated, reproached, rejected, slain,
Dost only closer ding and bless
In sweeter, stronger steadfastness.

Dear, patient angel, to thine own
Thou comest, and art never known
Till, late, in some lone twilight place.
The light of thy transfigured face
Shines sudden out, and, speechless, they
Know they have walked with Christ all day.


Blessed Is He

Poet: Adelaide A. Procter

Who is the angel that cometh?
Let us not question what he brings,
Peace or strife,
Under the shade of his mighty wings.
We will arise and go forth to greet him.
Singing gladly, with one accord,
“Blessed is he that cometh
In the name of the Lord.”


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