Angel Band
J. Hascall and William Bradbury

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

Chorus; Oh, come, Angel Band, come and around me stand.
Oh bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home,
Oh 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 the dew on 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.

Oh bear my longing heart to him who bled and died for me.
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, and gives me victory.

DC