1 Hark! I hear the angels singing,
Weary pilgrim, come and rest—
Earthward we our way are winging
Gathering saints to mansions blest.
2 Hark! I hear the trumpet calling,
Rolling forth its peal sublime;
On the ear like music falling,
Glad as shouts of harvest time.
3 Hark! I hear, triumphant swelling,
Songs of victory o’er the grave,
Songs from ransomed millions, telling,
Jesus comes, His own to save!
4 Savior, in that day of glory,
When the world aghast shall stand,
Call me then in peace before Thee,
Bid me dwell at Thy right hand.
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9560||Hark! I Hear The Angels Singing||Hark! I hear the angels singing||ANGEL CHOIR||Horace L. Hastings||87.87||<cite>Songs of Pilgrimage</cite> (Boston: Scriptural Tract Repository, 1888)|