The Angels’ Joy

There is joy among the an­gels

When the child­ren seek the fold;

How they tune their harps and voic­es

Gathered ’round the gates of gold.

Then to Je­sus come away;

Hear Him kind­ly

gent­ly say

Suffer all the lit­tle child­ren

Bid them come to Me to­day.

There is joy among the an­gels

When a soul by sin op­pressed

To the Sav­ior turns re­pent­ing

And re­ceives the pro­mised rest.

There is joy among the an­gels

As they bear the news to Heav­en

Of a child on earth re­joic­ing

O’er the bliss of sins for­giv­en.