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.

Refrain

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.

Refrain

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.

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