O glo­ri­ous thought that no more I shall roam!
For an­gels are com­ing to car­ry me home;
Some won­der­ful day, in the sweet by and by,
My soul, on their wings, shall be waft­ed on high.

Refrain

The an­gels are com­ing for me,
The an­gels are com­ing for me;
They’re com­ing I know, and I’m rea­dy to go,
The an­gels of Hea­ven are com­ing for me.

When an­gels shall bear me to man­sions of gold,
His mar­vel­ous glo­ry mine eyes shall be­hold;
And rap­ture eter­nal my spir­it shall know,
When, with the bright an­gels, to glo­ry I go.

Refrain

When done with the toils and the cares of this life,
When ended the tur­moil, the sin and the strife;
The an­gels will car­ry me over the tide,
And ev­er with Je­sus my soul shall ab­ide.

Refrain