When my mother’s hands are o’er me spread,
As I kneel, humbly praying by her knee;
When her gentle voice is round me shed,
Then the angels are singing unto me.
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Music from above!
Strains of joy and love!
When my soul is fill’d with melody,
Then the angels are singing unto me. |
When the stars are in the placid sky,
And soft winds are blowing o’er the lea,
Then I feel that God still dwells on high,
And the angels are singing unto me.
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When I hear the silv’ry notes of love
From the birds gaily singing in the tree,
Then I feel that God still reigns above,
And the angels are singing unto me.
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When I hear the laughing, gurgling stream,
Or the waves of the deep and plunging sea,
Then I’m lull’d into a pleasant dream,
And the angels are singing unto me.
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