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, 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.
Far, far away, like bells at ev’ning pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o’er land and sea;
And laden souls by thousands meekly stealing,
King Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
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.
F.W. Faber/C.C. Converse (arr. by I.D.S.)