1 Come, gentle spirits, to us now,
Look on with tender eyes;
Touch your soft hands upon each brow,
Sweet spirits from the skies,
Sweet spirits from the skies.
2 Come from your homes of perfect light,
Come from your silvery streams,
Come from your scenes of joy more bright
Than we e’er know in dreams,
Than we e’er know in dreams.
3 O speak to us in gentle tones!
Our hearts are seeking now
A beauty like to that which shines
Upon each angel brow,
Upon each angel brow.
4 They come, and night is no more night,
Pale sorrow’s reign is o’er;
For death is but a gate of light,
And gloomy now no more,
And gloomy now no more.Source: Songs of Summerland #35