…carried by the angels into Abraham’s bosom.@Luke 16:22

Le­on­ard F. Bit­tle, in Spark­ling Jew­els, by Knowles Shaw (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: John Church, 1871), page 54. The fol­low­ing vers­es were sug­gest­ed by the words of G. An­na Shaw, who, a few min­utes be­fore her death, ex­claimed, Look, fa­ther, see the an­gels! (Le­on­ard Bit­tle, But­ton­wood and Oth­er Po­ems).

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Leonard F. Bittle (1833–1905)

Look, dear father, see the angels,
As around me now they glide!
They have come, I know, to guide me
Thro’ the Jordan’s rolling tide;
See you not their golden tresses,
And their trailing robes of snow?
Hear you not their rustling pinions,
And their voices sweet and low?
Oh, the angels! blessèd angels!
Lovely as the morning star!
They have come, I know, to lead me
To the land that lies afar.

I can see them bending o’er me,
Feel them touch my pallid brow,
As the border land I enter,
And at Jordan’s brink I bow.
Soon they’ll lead me to my Savior,
Soon I’ll clasp His loving hand,
Then, from every care and sorrow,
Safe I’ll rest in Canaan’s land.
Oh, the angels! blessèd angels!
Lovely as the morning star!
They have come, I know, to lead me
To the land that lies afar.

Fare you well, dear father, mother!
When I reach the sinless shore,
I will watch beside the river,
Till the angels bring you o’er;
I will be the first to greet you,
When you touch the blooming strand,
I will be the first to welcome,
When you gain the heav’nly land.
For the angels, blessèd angels!
Lovely as the morning star!
They will come, I know, to lead you,
To the land that lies afar.