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.
2. Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, [and sea The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land And laden souls, by thousands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.
3. Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, [bids you come " ; " Come, weary souls ! for Jesus And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of the Gospel leads us home.