I Hark! hark, my soul! angelic songs are swelling Angels of Jesus, angels of light, Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night. 3 Far, far away, like bells at evening pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, Kind shepherd, turn their weary steps to thee. REFRAIN. 4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary, Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last. REFRAIN. I For all the saints, who from their labors rest, Thy name, O Jesus, be forever blest. Alleluia, Alleluia. 2 Thou wast their rock, their fortress, and their might: 3 O may thy soldiers, faithful, true, and bold, Fight as the saints who nobly fought of old, And win, with them, the victor's crown of gold. Alleluia. 4 O blest communion, fellowship divine! We feebly struggle, they in glory shine; Yet all are one in thee, for all are thine. Alleluia. 5 And when the strife is fierce, the warfare long, Steals on the ear the distant triumph-song, And hearts are brave again, and arms are strong. Alleluia. 6 The golden evening brightens in the west; Soon, soon to faithful warriors cometh rest; 7 But lo! there breaks a yet more glorious day; A-MEN. |