When the Angels Come for Me

Savior

when my life has end­ed

When my work on earth is done

When the an­gels have des­cend­ed

To con­vey my spir­it home

May my life be full of beau­ty

May I still be true to Thee

Standing at my post of du­ty

When the an­gels come for me.

When the an­gels come for me

I be­lieve that I will see

Spirit forms so bright and fair

As they hov­er in the air.

Savior

when my feet

so wea­ry

Reach their jour­ney’s end at last

Oft the road’s been sad and drea­ry

Many dan­gers I have passed

May my jour­ney be vic­tor­ious

May my life ap­pear to Thee

Shining as my crown so glo­ri­ous

When the an­gels come for me.

Savior

when my loved ones

weep­ing

And my friends are draw­ing near

Bending low and si­lence keep­ing

That my last words they may hear

May the life work I have giv­en

On Thine own fair re­cord be

Spotless as my robe in Heav­en

When the an­gels come for me.