Welcome into the Fold

Verse 1

As I soar in flights of fancy, To that home just o’er the sea, Where the angels clothed in whiteness Waiting, stand to welcome me.

Chorus

Welcome me into the fold, Welcome me into the fold, There angels will stand with harps in their hands To welcome me into the fold.

Verse 2

And I almost catch the echo Of that glad and holy song; And I long to join the chorus That is chanted by that throng.

Verse 3

Oft I think it can be longer That I here must toil and sigh; Then I catch in angel whisper, ’Twill be better by and by.

Verse 4

By and by the veil asunder Shall be rent by God’s own hand; By and by we’ll go to meet him In that blessed, happy land.