Hymns of the Christian Church.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| Modern Hymns |
| | | The Pilgrims of the Night |
| | | Frederick William Faber (1814–1863) |
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| 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! | |
| Angels of Jesus, angels of light, | 5 |
| Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night! | |
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| Darker than night life’s shadows fall around us, | |
| And like benighted men we miss our mark: | |
| God hides himself, and grace hath scarcely found us, | |
| E’er death finds out his victims in the dark. | 10 |
| Angels of Jesus, etc. | |
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| 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. | 15 |
| Angels of Jesus, etc. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
| Angels of Jesus, etc. | |
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| Rest comes at last; though life be long and dreary, | |
| The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; | |
| All journeys end in welcomes to the weary, | |
| And heaven, the heart’s true home, will come at last. | 25 |
| Angels of Jesus, etc. | |
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| Cheer up, my soul! faith’s moonbeams softly glisten | |
| Upon the breast of life’s most troubled sea, | |
| And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen | |
| To those brave songs which angels mean for thee. | 30 |
| Angels of Jesus, etc. | |
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| Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping; | |
| Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above, | |
| While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping, | |
| Till life’s long night shall break in endless love. | 35 |
| Angels of Jesus, etc. | |
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