Hark the voice of angels

Hark the voice of angels. Listen to their praise

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Hark the voice of angels.
Listen to their praise;
Christ the Lord of glory
Is their song always;
Never are they weary,
Ever do they sing,
For they dwell in Zion,
And they love its King.
Hark! they tell the glory
Of the heavenly King;
Glad their hearts to serve Him,
Glad the praise they bring.

Hark! the voice of children,
In the heavenly throng;
And they praise the Saviour,
With a sweeter song;
For He died to save them,
In His matchless love,
And rejoicing brought them
To His home above.
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Hark! they tell the wonders
Of redeeming grace;
Dwelling in the sunshine
Of the Saviour's face.

Hark! the voice of children,
Singing here below--
Pilgrims on a journey,
Up to Zion we go;
Faint our youthful praises,
Sweeter yet we'll sing,
When we reach the palace
Of the heavenly King.
Hark! the voice of children,
Singing here below--
Pilgrims on a journey,
Up to Zion we go.

Hail the smile of morning!
Hills and valleys sing,
Sunlight is adorning
Every pleasant thing;
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Not a note of sadness
Mars the tuneful lay;
Melody of gladness
Greets the coming day.
Lend your gleeful voices,
Children, to the lay;
Morn of life rejoices,
As the morn of day.

Love is like the morning,
Smiling from the hills;
All our life adorning,
Banishing our ills;
In the love that greets us,
Every opening day,
God our Father meets us,
Smiling on our way.
Let our hearts adoring,
God of love adore;
Aye His grace imploring
That we love Him more.

Text Information

First Line: Hark the voice of angels. Listen to their praise
Title: Hark the voice of angels
Meter: 6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5.6.5
Language: English



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