eHymns.org

Author

Jefferson Hascall

Composer

William Batchelder Bradbury

Arranger

A. H. M.

Lyrics

My latest sun is sinking fast,
My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past,
My triumph is begun.

I know I'm nearing the holy ranks
Of friends and kindred dear,
For I brush the dews on Jordan's banks,
The crossing must be near.

I've almost gained my heavenly home,
My spirit loudly sings;
Thy holy ones, behold, they come!
I hear the noise of wings.

O, bear my longing heart to Him
Who bled and died for me;
Whose blood now cleanses from all sin,
And give me victory.

Chorus:
O come, angel band,
Come and around me stand,
O, bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home.