The Angels’ Call

I hear the an­gels call­ing

They’re call­ing me away;

I must be up and la­bor

Must work while it is day.

No more I wait

but ear­nest

Begin at ear­ly morn;

For an­gels now are call­ing

And I shall soon be gone.

There are pains that I can soft­en

And bur­dens I may share;

And hopes with which to bright­en

The sha­dows of des­pair.

Then

when the day is clos­ing

The wea­ry shall have rest

The mourn­ers cease to lang­uish;

Peace reigns in ev­ery breast.