Hark! The Clear Voice

Hark! the clear voice

whose thrill­ing tone

Doth rend the gloom

and rout:

Be gone

vain dreams

far hence be gone;

From Heav’n the Christ shines out.

Rise now the slug­gard mind

out­worn

And soiled and sore that lay:

Now beams the star

the star new-born

To chase all plagues away.

The Lamb is sent us from above

To loos­en all our debt;

Then sing we all of Christ’s great love

Through tears our tones that wet.

That when He next shines glo­ri­ous

While glooms the world de­face

Not for sins He pun­ish us

But with His love em­brace.

Praise

honor

might and glo­ry meet

To God the Sire and Son

And to the Ho­ly Pa­ra­clete

While end­less ag­es run.