1 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.

2 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]

3 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]