1 Angels above are singing,
Heavenly harps are ringing,
Voices to me are bringing
Whispers of joy to be;
Oh, to be yonder, up yonder,
Never, no, never to wander,
Ever my heart growing fonder,--
Fonder, dear Master, of thee.

2 There, where the stars are gleaming,
There, where thy smile is beaming,
Sweetly my soul is dreaming,
Longing thy face to see:
Ever thy power confessing,--
Seeking thy favor and blessing,
Still is my soul ever pressing,--
Pressing yet nearer to thee.

3 Nevermore sin nor sighing,
Nevermore grief nor crying,
Nevermore pain nor dying,--
Joy evermore for me:
Praising thee ever and ever,
Leaving thee never, no, never,
Dwelling in glory forever,--
Ever, forever with thee.