My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.

Chorus:

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 near the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear;
I brush tne dew on Jordan’s banks,
The crossing must be near.

(Chorus)

I’ve almost gained my heav’nly home;
My spirit loudly sings;
The holy ones behold they come,
I hear the noise of wings.

(Chorus)

O bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me:
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory.

(Chorus)

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