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.
Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night.
Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
"Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"
And thro' the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home.
Far, far away, like bells ad 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.
|First Line:||Hark! hark, my soul, Angelic songs are swelling|
|Author:||F. W. Faber|
|Refrain First Line:||Angels of Jesus, Angels of light|