Hark, Hark, My Soul!

1. Hark! hark, my soul! an- gel- ic songs are swell- ing O'er earth's green fields and o- cean's wave\- beat shore: How sweet the truth those bless- �d strains are tell- ing Of that new life when sin shall be no more! On- ward we go, for still we hear them sing, "Come, wear- y souls, for Je- sus bids you come";

2. And through the dark, its ech- oes sweet- ly ring- ing, The mu- sic of the Gos- pel leads us home. Far, far a- way, like bells at ev'n- ing peal- ing, The voice of Je- sus sounds o'er land and sea, And la- den souls, by thou- sands meek- ly steal- ing, Kind Shep- herd, turn their wear- y steps to Thee.

3. Faith's jour- neys end in wel- come to the wear- y, And Heav'n, the heart's true home will come at last. An- gels, sing on, your faith- ful watch- es keep- ing, Sing us sweet frag- ments of the songs a- bove; Till morn- ing's joy shall end the night of weep- ing, And life's long sha- dows break in cloud- less love.