Scripture Verse

The beggar died, and was carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom. Luke 16:22


Christopher C. Stafford (1893–1977)

Words: Mrs. Clint Shel­ton, in His Voice of Love (Law­rence­burg, Ten­nes­see: James D. Vaugh­an, 1924), num­ber 8.

Music: Chong­jin Chris­to­pher C. Staf­ford, 1924 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Shel­ton’s full name, or where to get a good pho­to of her (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),


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.