Mother, Tell Me of the Angels

Mother, tell me of the angels, tell me of that joyous band,
Tell me of their blest employment, In the glorious spirit land.
Tell me mother, where is father? Is He on that blissful shore,
Where He said we'd dwell forever, And sad partings come no more.

I am weary waiting mother; Long ago He went away:
And He said He'd bring back brother, Oh, how sweetly we would Play.
Mother, when I wake at morning, Then I think that father's near;
But Iwait till twilight's coming, Still my father is not here.

Mother, let us go,and meet Him, O'er the bounding billows foam;
Yes. O know that we shall greet Him, In the Angels heavenly home.
There we'll part again, O never, But, with joy no tongues can tell,
We shall live together ever, Where angelic spirits dwell.

Chorus:

Angels, blessed, shining angels, Soon will bear us to the shore,
Where the wicked cease from troubling, And sad partings come no more.



Author: Wyatt Minshall 1839 – 1902
 Page 62 in the 1949 issue of the Harp of Ages published by:
W. A. Whitten – Son of A.N. Whitten