When my work on earth is end­ed,
Will the an­gels come for me?
Will they bear me on their pin­ions
O’er the dark and stor­my sea?

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Will the an­gels come for me,
When I cross the stor­my sea?
Will they take me home to God,
When the long, rough way I’ve trod?

When life’s sun is slowly sink­ing,
And the soul will soon be free,
Will the gates of Heav­en open,
And the an­gels come for me?

Refrain

Will the an­gels bear me up­ward
To that home so bright and fair?
There to be with Christ my Sav­ior,
And the ran­somed ga­thered there?

Refrain