. Rhymes and songs of hope . il No. 4. SEE! THE ANQELS ARE COMING. Words and Music by D. O. Culver. ^ ^B 1. Once the an - gels were call-ing a dear lil - tic child Far a- 2. Are you mind-ing the dear ones who went on be - fore, Anil are 3. Shall I tell the good an - gels to come down for you. When 1 4. I would like to stay long-er dear moth- er with you, lor you %^¥E^$ k^t^f^E^^ t=^ H 114- waynow^getcall 1^ Efc to the man-sions of light; When it cried, nioth-cr see,in the re - gions so fair? Will 1 see them t(i - day, a - way up in the sky, To rock me to sleep,me the light of your eye, Lut the
. Rhymes and songs of hope . il No. 4. SEE! THE ANQELS ARE COMING. Words and Music by D. O. Culver. ^ ^B 1. Once the an - gels were call-ing a dear lil - tic child Far a- 2. Are you mind-ing the dear ones who went on be - fore, Anil are 3. Shall I tell the good an - gels to come down for you. When 1 4. I would like to stay long-er dear moth- er with you, lor you %^¥E^$ k^t^f^E^^ t=^ H 114- waynow^getcall 1^ Efc to the man-sions of light; When it cried, nioth-cr see,in the re - gions so fair? Will 1 see them t(i - day, a - way up in the sky, To rock me to sleep,me the light of your eye, Lut theyre coming so near, t « e fi ,^ . f^^f -, ^—, ^— i as ItO nowyc^ -f; W I ::^ -0—0—«- ?=i=i=^=i=r I ■ joy - ful-ly smiled. Ere it took its heav - en - ly fliglit. say moth-er say, Will they know me and love me up there?moth - er dont weep, Will my pa - pa come to, by and by? now they are here— O moth - er dear, kiss nie good - bye. ft f» 9i « ^^f»_^_^ ^^T e ^ :t=4: 4=t i E£ ■# # » » •- t-—-t go a-way soon leave you a-lone, Forthe an-gelsarecom-ing for-* ^ « ff « No. 5. WAITING FOR DEATHS ANQEL, Words and Music by D. O. Culver. 1. Waiting for deaths angel In a darkened room, To take a-way our dar-ling 2. But her spir-it sure-ly Will soar to realms a - bove,where she will with an-gels3 When shes gone and left us, And the va-cant chair Stands be-side the ta - ble i I §^fet^B^ i=i:^-r-r-T n J—J- f t^ f ■\j^=±J—1— ^ V \^ Vj U * > * V bV * >■ To the si - lent tomb; O the hours of wait - ing As they come and go!Sing the songs of love; Tho tis hard to lose her From our home be-low,With no loved one there; O how we shall miss her, But tis bet-ter far 1?4h*- 5^ t r L : I If K^ f r r ^ ^^^^^m Chorus. ^;S^:U^M44;-U i I /: Jtth But the time of com-ing He will not let us know. ] She will gain a heav-en, For Je-sus loves her so. ^ Waft-ed by the an-gels,To be home in heav-en, _A bright and shin-ing star. )-M m 0t A I £: ■P •- i
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