I am longing for the coming of the snow-white angel band,
That shall bear my weary spirit to that sinless summerland;
As I tread the narrow pathway thru the thorny vale I dream
Of the joys that ever brighten where the pearly waters gleam.

Chorus:

I am longing for the coming
Of the snow-white angel band,
That shall bear my weary spirit
To that sinless summerland.

I am waiting for the signal that shall speak my full release,
And present my welcome passport to the realms of perfect peace;
Yes, and when the weary sandals all the dusty way have trod,
I shall sing among the angels by the golden throne of God.

(Chorus)

I am longing to be going, yet my Father’s kind command,
Bids me tarry ‘mid the shadows of the misty lower land;
When my pilgrimage is ended I shall stem the turbid flood,
And recline upon the bosom of the spotless Son of God.

(Chorus)

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