There are voic­es, an­gel voic­es,
And they came at God’s be­hest,
From the ver­nal hills eter­nal,
In the pa­ra­dise of rest.

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Angel voic­es, ho­ly voic­es,
How they car­ol soft and low,
Of a gar­den, fair and love­ly,
Where the rose and li­ly grow.

There are voic­es, an­gel voic­es,
And a mes­sage oft they bring,
From the part­ed ones that wait us
In the pa­lace of the King.

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There are voic­es, an­gel voic­es,
We have heard them in a dream,
Like the ec­ho of a harp string,
Or the mur­mur of a stream.

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There are voic­es, an­gel voic­es,
That will call us by and by,
And unit­ed we shall ga­ther
In our Fa­ther’s house on high.

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