Hark! Hark, My Soul!

1Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wavebeat shore;
How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

RefrainAngels of Jesus, angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

2Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"
And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.

3Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea;
And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.

4Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping;
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above,
Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping,
And life's long shadows break in cloudless love.