Angel Band - The Oak Ridge Boys

The latest sun is sinking fast, my race is nearly run

My strongest trials now are past, my triumph is begun

O come Angel Band, come & around me stand

O bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home

O bear me away on your snowy wings to my immortal home

I know I’m near the holy ranks of friends & kindred dear

I’ve brushed the dew on Jordan’s banks, the crossing must be near

I’ve almost gained my Heavenly home, my spirit loudly sings

The Holy ones, behold they come, I hear the noise of wings

O bear my longing heart to Him who bled & died for me

Whose blood now cleanses from all sin & gives me victory