1 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.

Refrain:
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!
Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night!

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing,
Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;
And, through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing,
The music of the gospel leads us home. [Refrain]

3 Far, far away, like bells at 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. [Refrain]

4 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. [Refrain]

Amen.