There’s A Voice That Comes In My Lonely Hours,
And Tenderly Speaks To Me
Of Rest And Home In My Father’s House,
Where Happy My Soul Shall Be.

I Shall Have Wings, Beautiful Wings,
I Shall Have Wings Some Day
Bright Wings Of Love From God Above
To Bear My Glad Soul Away.

O I Sit And Think Of Those Radiant Wings,
By Faith I Behold Them Now,
And Feel The Hand Of My Savior Laid
So Lovingly On My Brow.

There’s A Home For Me, There’s A Home For Me,
My Savior Has Told Me So,
Were Tears Of Sorrow And Pain Shall Cease
And Pleasure Eternal Flow.

Oh The Wings, The Wings That I Soon Shall Wear,
And Joyfully Speed My Flight
From Toil And Care To A Mansion Fair
Of Beauty And Endless Light.