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 strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more
Angels of Jesus, angels of light
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!
Onward 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
Far, 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
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Alternate verses:
Rest comes at length: though life be long and dreary
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past
Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary
And heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last
Angels, 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
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