Angels, Bear the News to Mother

Angels, bear the news to mother,
That I’m coming home today;
Tired of sin and all its pleasures,
Nevermore from love to stray.
Tell her that with heart all broken
I am at my Father’s door;
That my feet are on the threshold,
And my wand’rings now are o’er.

Chorus:
Bear, O bear the news to mother!
Angels, speed, O speed away!
Tell her though I love have wandered,
I am coming home today.

Angels, bear the news to mother,
IN that land where all is joy;
Tell her of the deep contrition,
Of her wayward wand’ring boy.
Tho’ her words I oft have slighted,
And in sin I loved to roam,
I would give this world to tell her
That today I’m coming home.

Angels, bear the news to mother,
That I see the love-light now,
And my kind and gentle Savior,
Prints His mark upon my brow.
Sweet and low He speaks forgiveness,
Soothes my soul to quiet rest,
And I know the joy of pardon,
As I lean upon His breast.

Angels, bear the news to mother,
Speed away on wings of love;
hasten with the joyful tidings
To that sunny land above,
Where I know she now is waiting,
Tell her of the answered pray’r,
That some day, when life is over
I shall meet and greet her there.

Source: Twentieth (20th) Century Songs Part One #58

• MIDI file from Twentieth (20th) Century Songs Part One #58