HARK, HARK, MY SOUL
1. 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.
Chorus:
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of
the night!
2. Far, far away, like bells at evening
pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land
and sea,
And laden soul by thousands
meekly stealing,
Kind Shepherd, turn their weary
steps to Thee.
3. Onward we go, for still we hear
them singing,
ACome, weary, souls! For Jesus bids
you come
And through the dark, its echoes
sweetly ringing,
The music of the Gospel! leads us
home.
4. 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.