High up in the courts of Heaven today A little dog angel waits; With the other angels he will not play, But sits 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 hurry to the Throne, And he watches them with a wistful eye As he sits at the gates alone. "For I know my master will come for me If only I just wait patiently." 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. And I know, when at last his master waits, Outside in the dark and cold, For the hand of Death to open the gates That lead to these courts of gold, The little dog angel's eager bark Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.