And is there care in heaven, and is there love
And
is
there
care
in
heaven,
and
is
there
love
In
heavenly
spirits
to
us
creatures
base,
That
may
compassion
of
our
evils
move?
There
is
:
else
much
more
wretched
were
the
case
Of
men
than
beasts:
but
oh!
the
exceeding
grace
Of
highest
God,
that
loves
his
creatures
so,
And
all
his
works
with
mercy
doth
embrace;
That
blessed
angels
He
sends
to
and
fro,
To
serve
even
wicked
men,
to
serve
his
wicked
foe.
How
oft
do
they
their
silver
bowers
leave,
And
come
to
succour
us
that
succour
want!
How
oft
do
they
with
golden
pinions
cleave
The
flitting
skies,
like
flying
pursuivant,
Against
foul
fiends
to
aid
us
militant!
They
for
us
fight;
they
watch
and
duly
ward,
And
their
bright
squadrons
round
about
us
plant;
And
all
for
love,
and
nothing
for
reward:
Oh!
why
should
heavenly
God
to
men
have
such
regard!
