The 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;
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've brushed 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.
O bear my longing heart to Him,
Who bled & died for me;
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And gives me victory.