There are Angels hovering round

There are angels hov'ring round,
There are angels hov'ring round,
There are angels, angels hov'ring round.

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.

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 forevermore
In the New Jerusalem.