Chrous

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

Verse 1

Hark! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling, O'er earth's green field 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

Verse 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

Verse 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.

Verse 4

Rest comes at length; through life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journey ends in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true Home, Will come at last

Verse 5

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.