Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love.
Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
The angel of mercy, the child of love, together had flown to the realms above.
Can ye fathom the ocean, dark and deep, where the mighty waves and the grandeur sweep?
Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God. Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood.
Oh what a happy soul am I although I cannot see, I am resolved that in this world contented I shall be. How many blessings I enjoy that other people don't. To weep and sigh, because I'm blind? I cannot and I won't.