IN GLORY

Come with me my angel band
A child of mine drifts to sleep,
I must go and take their hand
And cross them over the Jordan deep.

Ceased and still once beating heart
Folded hands across the breast,
Come my angels; we must depart
To bring them over the water’s crest.

Extinguished now life’s flickering flame
A soul it stands at Jordan’s flood,
Their hope for glory in my blessed name
And cleansed from sin in my precious blood.

We will make the crossing swift
Leaving Jordan’s brimming brink,
A precious soul will not drift
Or in the rushing torrents sink.

I will hold through waters wide
When life is gone and breath it fails,
A child of mine in the flowing tide
With my hands that bore the nails.

Oh you angels shining bright
Ever have you seen my face,
Think when searching eyes will light
And my child at last on me will gaze.

I will bear them to golden shore
Through the river’s onward flow,
Where my redeemed can explore
All that Glory has to show.

Their voice in sweet chorus raise
Golden crown adorns the brow,
And thanks me in their hymn of praise
Lord for being in your Glory now.

Colin Moffett