Hark! Hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling\nO’er earth’s green fields, and ocean’s wave-beat shore:\nHow sweet the truth those blessèd strains are telling\nOf that new life when sin shall be no more.\nAngels of Jesus, angels of light,\nSinging to welcome the pilgrims of the night.\n2. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,\nCome, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come:\nAnd through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,\nThe music of the gospel leads us home.\n3. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing,\nThe voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea,\nAnd laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing,\nKind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee.\n4. Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,\nThe day must dawn, and darksome night be past;\nAll journeys end in welcomes to the weary,\nAnd Heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last.\n5. Angels! Sing on, your faithful watches keeping,\nSing us sweet fragments of the songs above;\nWhile we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping,\nTill life’s long night shall break in endless love.