My latest sun is sinking fast, My race is nearly run; My strongest trials now are past, My triumph is begun. Oh, come, angel band, Come and around me stand; Oh, bear me away on your snowy wings To my eternal home; Oh, bear me away on your snowy wings To my eternal home. I know I'm near the holy ranks Of friends and kindred dear— I hear the waves on Jordan's banks, The crossing must be near. I've almost reached my heav'nly home, My spirit loudly sings; Thy holy ones, behold, they come! I hear the noise of wings. Oh, bear my longing heart to Him, Who bled and died for me; Whose blood now cleanses from all sin, And gives me victory.