Blessèd Angels

Look

dear fa­ther

see the an­gels

As around me now they glide!

They have come

I know

to guide me

Thro’ the Jor­dan’s roll­ing tide;

See you not their gold­en tress­es

And their trail­ing robes of snow?

Hear you not their rust­ling pin­ions

And their voic­es sweet and low?

Oh

the an­gels! bless­èd an­gels!

Lovely as the morn­ing star!

They have come

I know

to lead me

To the land that lies afar.

I can see them bend­ing o’er me

Feel them touch my pal­lid brow

As the bor­der land I en­ter

And at Jor­dan’s brink I bow.

Soon they’ll lead me to my Sav­ior

Soon I’ll clasp His lov­ing hand

Then

from ev­ery care and sor­row

Safe I’ll rest in Ca­naan’s land.

Oh

the an­gels! bless­èd an­gels!

Lovely as the morn­ing star!

They have come

I know

to lead me

To the land that lies afar.

Fare you well

dear fa­ther

mo­ther!

When I reach the sin­less shore

I will watch be­side the riv­er

Till the an­gels bring you o’er;

I will be the first to greet you

When you touch the bloom­ing strand

I will be the first to wel­come

When you gain the heav’n­ly land.

For the an­gels

bless­èd an­gels!

Lovely as the morn­ing star!

They will come

I know

to lead you

To the land that lies afar.