How Cheering the Thought That the Spirits of Bliss

How cheer­ing the thought that the spir­its of bliss

Will bow their bright wings to a world such as this;

Will leave the sweet joys of the man­sions ab­ove

To breathe o’er our bo­soms some mes­sage of love.

They come

on the wings of the morn­ing they come

Impatient to lead some poor wan­der­er home

Some pil­grim to snatch from this stor­my ab­ode

And lay him to rest in the arms of his God.