My Latest Sun Is Sinking Fast

My lat­est sun is sink­ing fast

My race is near­ly run;

My strong­est tri­als now are past

My tri­umph is begun.

O come

an­gel band

Come and around me stand;

O bear me away on your snowy wings

To my eter­nal home;

O bear me away on your snowy wings

To my eter­nal home.

I know I’m near the ho­ly ranks

Of friends and kin­dred dear

For I hear the waves on Jor­dan’s banks

The cross­ing must be near.

I’ve al­most reached my heav’n­ly home

My spir­it loud­ly sings;

Thy ho­ly ones

be­hold

they come!

I hear the noise of wings.

O bear my long­ing heart to Him

Who bled and died for me;

Whose blood now cleans­es from all sin

And gives me vic­to­ry.