Angel Watchers

Verse 1

There's a band of angel watchers, Just across the foaming tide; Over by the dark cold river, Waiting on the other side.

Chorus

They're waiting, waiting, waiting in the glory land, They're waiting, Waiting, Waiting in the glory land.

Verse 2

Waiting there with smiling faces, In their spotless robes of white; While far out upon the billows, Comes to us a gleam of light.

Verse 3

But we soon shall pass the portal, Then we'll grasp the kindly hand; Soon we'll greet the forms that bind us, To the blessed glory land.