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 of Jesus, angels of life
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
The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus, angels of life
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

Far, far away, like bells at ev’ning 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.
Angels of Jesus, angels of life
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

Rest comes at length though life be long and dreary
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past
Al journeys end in welcome to the weary
And heav’n, the heart’s true home will come at last.
Angels of Jesus, angels of life
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.

Angels, sing on, your faithful watches keeping
Sing us sweet fragments or the songs above;
While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping,
Till life's long night shall break in endless love.
Angels of Jesus, angels of life
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.