Entering into the realms of glory, drifting away from the silky shroud
Abigail wraps her wings around her, carrying her, softly as a cloud.
No fear will she feel as she journeys along
For the angel will be singing “Abigail’s Song."
Precious Lord, this child I bring to you, take her hand
She has done her work on earth and ‘oer the mighty land.
I sang a song for her as we floated through the light
Take her hand precious Lord as she travels in her flight.
Abigail sang, “Come to the light. ‘Tis shining in this place
Sweetly the light has shown upon your precious face.
Once you were blind but now you can see
The light of the Lord has shined upon thee."
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