[He] died, and the angels carried him. Luke 16:22
Words: James S. Torbett, in Angel Echoes, edited by W. S. Byford, W. H. Whitworth & W. Roach (Dallas, Texas: Song & Company, 1901).
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When my work on earth is ended,
Will the angels come for me?
Will they bear me on their pinions
O’er the dark and stormy sea?
Will the angels come for me,
When I cross the stormy sea?
Will they take me home to God,
When the long, rough way I’ve trod?
When life’s sun is slowly sinking,
And the soul will soon be free,
Will the gates of Heaven open,
And the angels come for me?
Will the angels bear me upward
To that home so bright and fair?
There to be with Christ my Savior,
And the ransomed gathered there?