First Line: Hark, hark ! my soul ! angelic songs are swelling,

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.