1 O songs of faith that pilgrims sing!
To you our hearts forever cling:
You guide us where the saints have trod,
You lead us to the throne of God.
O music soft! O music sweet!
Borne upward by your song,
Tho' storms around us beat,
The weakest heart grows strong.

2 O songs of love that angels sing!
What peace and joy your sweet notes bring:
They float so sweetly down the way
That leads us up to endless day.
O music soft! O music sweet!
With Heaven in the strain;
Our waiting ears your sweet songs greet,
They calm our weary pain.

3 And now, O joy! at last, at last;
The years of toil and woe are past,
And Zion's golden gate appears;
We pass for age from grief and tears.
O music soft! O music sweet!
We lay our burdens down,
Forevermore at Jesus' feet,
And there receive our crown.