by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

The angels are singing unto me
Language: English 
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. 

Chorus: 
Music from above! 
Strains of joy and love, 
When my soul is fill'd with melody, 
Then the angels are singing unto me. 

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. 

When the stars are in the placid sky, 
And soft winds are roving on the lea, 
Then I feel that God still dwells on high, 
And the angels are singing unto me. 

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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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
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Word count: 147