| Text: | Angel Presence |
1 How sweet is the thought that the angels can come,
With tokens of love from their beautiful home;
They whisper to us of that radiant shore;
Where pleasures unsullied shall be evermore.
2 We feel their sweet presence by day and by night,
While journey on to the region of light;
And when we arrive at the heavenly goal,
They'll welcome us into the home of the soul.
3 A little while longer below we must wait,
Ere they will swing open the evergreen gate;
And give us a view of the flowery way,
That leads to that haven of infinite day.
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | How sweet is the thought |
| Title: | Angel Presence |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1960 |
| Source: | From "The Spiritual Wreath" |