Angel Band

My latest sun is sinking fast, my race is nearly run.

My strongest trials now are past, my triumph is begun!

O come, angel band, come, and around me stand,

O bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home.

I know I'm nearing holy ranks of friends and kindred dear.

I brush the dew of Jordan's banks, the crossing must be near.

I've almost gained my heavenly home, my spirit loudly sings.

The holy ones, behold, they come! I hear the noise of wings.

O bear my longing heart to Him who bled and died for me.

Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, and gives me victory.