1 I hear the angels calling, They’re calling me away; I must be up and labor, Must work while it is day.
Refrain: No more I wait, but earnest, Begin at early morn; For angels now are calling, And I shall soon be gone.
2 There are pains that I can soften, And burdens I may share; And hopes with which to brighten The shadows of despair. [Refrain]
3 Then, when the day is closing, The weary shall have rest, The mourners cease to languish; Peace reigns in every breast. [Refrain]Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12793