Classic Poem

1. My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run;
My strongest trials now are past My triumph is begun.
2. 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.
O, come, angel band, come and around me stand, O,
bear me away on your snowy wings To my immortal home, O,
bear me away on your snowy wings To my immortal home.

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

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