137. The Pilgrims of the Night

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

Darker than night life's shadows fall around us,
And, like benighted men, we miss our mark;
God hides Himself, and grace hath scarcely found
us.
Ere death finds out his victims in the dark,
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night!

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.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light.
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night!

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 w^eary steps to Thee.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night!

Rest comes at length; though life be long and
dreary.
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
All journeys end in welcomes to the weary.
And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at
last.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light.
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night!

Cheer up, my soul! faith's moonbeams softly glisten
Upon the breast of life's most troubled sea;
And it will cheer thy drooping heart to listen
To those brave songs which angels mean for thee.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night!

Angels! sing on, your faithful watches keeping,
Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above;
While we toil on, and soothe ourselves with weeping,
Till life's long night shall break in endless love.
Angels of Jesus,
Angels of light,
Singing to welcome
The pilgrims of the night!