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.