The setting sun is sinking fast,
The Call to Prayer begun,
And should this moment be our last
To God, our Lord, we run.

O! Come! Angel band!
Come and around us stand!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!

O bear our longing souls to Him
Who spared us misery
And guided hearts and souls to Him
And promised victory.

O! Come! Angel band!
Come and around us stand!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!

O let us be among the ranks
That know no hurt or fear
That live for Him and offer thanks
That rise and are drawn near!

O! Come! Angel band!
Come and around us stand!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!

Certainty calls all of us home
To face the King of Kings.
Pray we are ready when we come
As swift as angel wings.

O! Come! Angel band!
Come and around us stand!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!
Bear to us of those glad tidings
From our immortal home!

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