The Angels Are Coming for Me

O glo­ri­ous thought that no more I shall roam!

For an­gels are com­ing to car­ry me home;

Some won­der­ful day

in the sweet by and by

My soul

on their wings

shall be waft­ed on high.

The an­gels are com­ing for me

The an­gels are com­ing for me;

They’re com­ing I know

and I’m rea­dy to go

The an­gels of Heav­en are com­ing for me.

When an­gels shall bear me to man­sions of gold

His mar­vel­ous glo­ry mine eyes shall be­hold;

And rap­ture eter­nal my spir­it shall know

When

with the bright an­gels

to glo­ry I go.

When done with the toils and the cares of this life

When ended the tur­moil

the sin and the strife;

The an­gels will car­ry me over the tide

And ev­er with Je­sus my soul shall ab­ide.