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<h2>WILL THE ANGELS COME?</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“[He] died and the angels carried him.” Luke 16:22</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_c_r_crosby_fj_1872.jpg" alt="Fanny Crosby, 1872" width="131.333333333333" height="216.666666666667"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_c_r_crosby_fj.html" target="_blank">Frances Jane (Fanny) Crosby</a>, in <em>Welcome Tidings: A New Collection of Sacred Songs for the Sunday School</em> (New York: Biglow & Main, 1877).
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<p><em>Music:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_o_doane_wh.html" target="_blank">William Howard Doane</a> </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_w_i_willthea.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<span class="cou">Courtesy of Denison University</span></td>
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<p>When I have finished my journey on earth,<br>
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Ended my labor of love,<br>
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When I am waiting for Jesus to say,<br>
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“Haste to thy mansion above.”</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p class="refrain">Will they come? Will they come?<br>
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Say, will the angels come,<br>
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And to Jesus carry me home?<br>
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Will they come? Will they come?<br>
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Say, will the angels come,<br>
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And to Jesus carry me home?</p>
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<p>When I am breathing my latest farewell,<br>
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Parting from all that is dear,<br>
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When on my pillow I wearily turn,<br>
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Say, will the angels be near?</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>When, as I gaze from the threshold of time,<br>
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Fainter and fainter the light,<br>
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Softer and softer the voices I hear,<br>
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Bidding my spirit good night.</p>
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<p class="refrain">Refrain</p>
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<p>Yes; they will come from the bright, sunny land,<br>
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Come on their pinions so fair;<br>
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Jesus will send them its glory to tell,<br>
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Angels will carry me there.</p>
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