With arms outstretch’d to welcome me;
Their angel voices I shall hear,
Sounding my rapt’rous welcome there.
They’ll lead me to my Savior’s feet,
Whom more than all I long to meet,
And in one thrilling note of joy
I’ll join my husband and my boy!
It could not be a tyrant’s nod,
Which call’d them to that bright abode;
It must have been a Father’s hand,