1 As I soar in flights of fancy,
To that home just o’er the sea,
Where the angels clothed in whiteness
Waiting, stand to welcome me.

Refrain:
Welcome me into the fold,
Welcome me into the fold,
There angels will stand with harps in their hands
To welcome me into the fold.

2 And I almost catch the echo
Of that glad and holy song;
And I long to join the chorus
That is chanted by that throng. [Refrain]

3 Oft I think it can be longer
That I here must toil and sigh;
Then I catch in angel whisper,
’Twill be better by and by. [Refrain]

4 By and by the veil asunder
Shall be rent by God’s own hand;
By and by we’ll go to meet him
In that blessed, happy land. [Refrain]