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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 blessed strains are telling
Of that new life when sin shall be no more!

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.

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.

Rest comes at length, though life be long and dreary;
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
All journeys end in welcome to the weary,
And heaven, 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.

Chorus
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

Frederick W. Faber
In Thy perfect peace divine,
Keep, O keep me ever;
Where my faith will brightest shine,
Keep, O keep me ever.

At my post of duty still,
Keep, O keep me ever;
Learning there Thy righteous will,
Keep, O keep me ever.

‘Neath Thy all protecting wings,
Keep, O keep me ever;
By the soul refreshing springs,
Keep, O keep me ever.

Till my last expiring breath,
Keep, O keep me ever;
Thine in life, and Thine in death,
Keep, O keep me ever.

Chorus
Let Thy heart my dwelling be,
Let Thy word abide in me;
In the path that leads to Thee,
Keep, O keep me ever.

Sallie M. Smith