Philip Paul Bliss - Sweetly, Softly

Sweetly, softly at the midnight,
Floating through the silent air,
Music mingles with the moonlight,
Bourne by zephyrs from afar;

Oh, how thrilling! yet so faintly
That no word the music hears,

'Tis the distant echoes only,
Angels singing 'mong the stars.

We are coming, weary watch,
Angels from the crystal shore,
And we'll sweetly sing together
When your gloomy night is o'er.

Fainter, fainter, grew the echoes,
Dimmer shone the silent stars,
Bluer grew the liquid ether,
Heaven closed its golden bars.

They had entered through the portals,
Of the jeweled pearly dome.
And the song was lost to mortals,
For the angels were at home.

They had entered through the portals,
Of the jeweled pearly dome.
And the song was lost to mortals,
For the angels were at home,
Yes, the angels were at home.