- Hark! hark, my soul!
Angelic songs are swelling,
O’er earth’s green fields,
And ocean’s wave beat shore.
How sweet the truth those blessed stains are telling,
Of that new life when sin shall be no more.
Chorus:
Angel’s of Jesus, angels of light.
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.
- Onward we go, for still we hear them singing.
Come, weary soul, for Jesus bids you come,
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing.
The music of the gospel leads us home. - Far, faraway, like bell at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o’er and sea,
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing
King shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. - Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn and darksome night be past;
All journeys end in welcomes to the weary,
And Heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last. - Angel’s sing on, your faithful watches keeping,
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,
While we toil on, and sooth ourselves with weeping.
Till life’s long night shall break in endless love.