"[He] died and the angels carried him." Luke 16:22
Words: Jefferson Hascall (1807-1887).
Music: William Batchelder Bradbury
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Words: Jefferson Hascall (1807-1887).
Music: William Batchelder Bradbury
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My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.
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O come, angel band,
Come and around me stand;
O bear me away on your snowy wings
To my eternal home;
O bear me away on your snowy wings
To my eternal home.
I know I'm near the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear,
For I hear the waves on Jordan's banks,
The crossing must be near.
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I've almost reached my heav'nly home,
My spirit loudly sings;
Thy holy ones, behold, they come!
I hear the noise of wings.
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O bear my longing heart to Him,
Who bled and died for me;
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory.
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