A little dog angel waits,
With the other angels
he will not play,
He sits all alone at the gates;
"For I know that my master will come,
" says he,
"And when he comes,
he will call for me.

He sees the spirits that pass him by,
As they hasten toward the Throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye,
As he sits at the gates  alone;
I know if I wait patiently,
some day my master will come,
"says he.

And his master far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes
and he whistles low,
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog angel cocks his ears,
And dreams that his
master*s call he hears.
I know when his master finally comes,
And through the gates he walks,
He*s sure to see his faithful friend,
And hear his eager barks.
The little dog angel
will run to him,

And lovingly lick his hand.
Never again will he be all alone,