I am longing for the coming of the snow-white angel band, That shall bear my weary spirit to that sinless summerland; As I tread the narrow pathway through the thorny vale I dream Of the joys that ever brighten where the pearly waters gleam. Chorus: I am longing for the coming Of the snow-white angel band, That shall bear my weary spirit To that sinless summerland. I am waiting for the signal that shall speak my full release, And present my welcome passport to the realms of perfect peace; Yes, and when the weary sandals all the dusty way have trod, I shall sing among the angels by the golden throne of God. (Chorus) I am longing to be going, yet my Father's kind command, Bids me tarry 'mid the shadows of the misty lower land; When my pilgrimage is ended I shall stem the turbid flood, And recline upon the bosom of the spotless Son of God. (Chorus)