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.