4 Hark! hark,my soul! An-gel - ic songs are swelling O'er earth's green fields and o-cean's wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are tell - ing Refrain Of that new life when sin shall be no more. An-gels of Jesus, ठ Sing Angels of light, Singing to wel- come the pilgrims of the night! Singing to wel-come the pil-grims, the pilgrims of the night! A men. When shall my sor-rows have an end? Thy joys when shall I see? Thy ver y streets are paved with gold Where grow such sweet and pleas-ant flow'rs There ev er more the angels are, As Sur-pass-ing pure and fine. no-where else are seen. ever more do sing. In For God Himself gives light. thee no sor - row may be found, No grief, no care, no toil. But ev'ry soul shines as the sun, And on the banks, on ev -ʼry side, The Would God my woes were at an end, Thy trees of life do grow. joys that I might see! A-men. |