The angels are singing unto me

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.