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 where sin shall be no more.
Refrain
Angels of Jesus, angels of light
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.
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,