Angels

Near unto the Angels,
Is this heart of mine.
And sacred notes of music,
Forming into line.

Tinkling bells are sounding,
Pushing out with care.
Spilling notes of rapture,
On the evening air.

Far into the distance,
Softly I can hear.
Sweet sounds in a chorus,
As if they're getting near.

Voices of the angels,
Sweetly how they hum.
So trying to entice me,
To hurry-forth and come.

Echos laid upon the air,
So beautiful...in tone.
Entreating...ever pleading,
To gather at God's throne.

E.P. 1908 - 1989