There are Angels hovering round

1There are angels hovering round, There are angels hovering round,
There are angels, angels, angels hovering round.

2To 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.

3We 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.