Hark, Hark, My Soul! (Allon)

Hark

hark

my soul!

The Sav­ior’s voice is call­ing

E’en now it breathes o’er life’s dark trou­bled sea;

His gra­cious truth like heav’n­ly dew is fall­ing;

Hark

hark

my soul!

Thy Fa­ther calls for thee!

Father of mer­cy

Fa­ther of love!

Thee would we fol­low to our blest home ab­ove.

Hark

hark

my soul!

From Heav’n that voice is plead­ing

With thee

ere ev­il days draw dark­ly near;

Still by His Word our Fa­ther’s hand is lead­ing

From sin and shame

From sor­row

doubt and fear.

Father of mer­cy

Fa­ther of love!

Thee would we fol­low to our blest home ab­ove.

Hark

hark

my soul!

Still

still that voice is sound­ing

Like mu­sic sweet

from some far dist­ant shore

While an­gel bands

our dai­ly path sur­round­ing

Lead God’s dear child­ren

On for­ev­er­more.

Father of mer­cy

Fa­ther of love!

Thee would we fol­low to our blest home ab­ove.