How can He Take us up to Heaven?
GOD sends his holy angels down
From "mansions" in the sky,
And in their arms they bear us up
To starry homes on high.
Bring home my little ones, He says,
Into my fold of rest;
Go gather all the weary ones,
I'll fold them to my breast.
We cannot hear with mortal ears
The song an angel sings;
But when our heavenly vision opens,
We view their radiant wings.
And hear "Our Father's" blessed voice
Thro' Heaven's arches ring,
"Unto these newly-gathered ones
Bestow their silvery wings."
And forth we fly, bright cherubs made
By His all-powerful word,
And ever with the angelic host
Our voice in praise is heard.
YI