There may be stormy days,

There may be stormy days,
There may be hours of care :
I'll welcome all — they beckon me
Where God and the angels are.

Where God and the angels are, . .
In yon bright world afar ; . .
Oh, blessed hour when I shall dwell
Where God and the angels are !

2 The Lord is all my strength
And ever-guiding Star,
To lead me safely to that land
Where God and the angels are.

3 My mansion is secure
In yonder realms afar :
My crown is there, laid up for me,
Where God and the angels are.

4 My bark is homeward bound ;
I soon shall cross the bar,
And safely anchor, home at last,
Where God and the angels are.