There are Angels hovering round
There are angels hov'ring round
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There are angels hov'ring round,There are angels hov'ring round,There are angels, angels hov'ring round.
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To carry tidings home,To the New Jerusalem:Poor sinners are coming home,And Jesus bids them come;Let him that heareth come,Let him that thirsteth come.
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We are on our journey home,Where Christ our Lord has gone;We will meet around his throne,When he makes his people one,We shall reign forevermoreIn the New Jerusalem.