My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run; My strongest trials now are past, My triumph is begun. Chorus: O come, angel band, Come and around me stand; O bear me away on your snowy wings, To my immortal home. I know I'm near the holy ranks Of friends and kindred dear; I brush the dew on Jordan's banks, The crossing must be near. (Chorus) I've almost gained my heav'nly home; My spirit loudly sings; The holy ones behold they come, I hear the noise of wings. (Chorus) O bear my longing heart to Him Who bled and died for me: Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, And gives me victory. (Chorus)