Hark! I Hear the Angels Singing

Hark! I hear the an­gels sing­ing

Weary pil­grim

come and rest—

Earthward we our way are wing­ing

Gathering saints to man­sions blest.

Hark! I hear the trum­pet call­ing

Rolling forth its peal sub­lime;

On the ear like mu­sic fall­ing

Glad as shouts of har­vest time.

Hark! I hear

tri­umph­ant swell­ing

Songs of vic­to­ry o’er the grave

Songs from ran­somed mill­ions

tell­ing

Jesus comes

His own to save!

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.