Hark, Hark, My Soul!

Words and music by Frederick William Faber · 1854

Key of F · 100 BPM · 4/4 · Angels,Anticipation,Art and Music · Lk 2:13-14

Verse 1

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 blessèd strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more! Onward we go, for still
we hear them sing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come";

Verse 2

And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ringing, The music of
the Gospel leads us home. Far, far away, like bells at ev'ning pealing,
The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea, And laden souls, by thousands
sands meekly stealing, Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to Thee.

Verse 3

Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And Heav'n, the heart's
true home will come at last. 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.

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