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Christ in Song 302

The Thought of God

Words: F. W. FaberMusic: St. JohnTune: St. JohnC. M.

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1Hark! 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!

2Angels 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.

3Far, 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 weary steps to thee.

4Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.

Meter
C. M.
Scripture
Hebrews 1:14

The verse

Meter
42 · the hymnal prints C. M.
Foot
trochaic (DUM-da) · 36% of beats fit
Rhyme
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Verse 1

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!//˘///˘/˘/˘////˘/˘???///˘/˘//˘/˘˘˘////˘˘˘/42A

Verse 2

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./˘˘/˘/˘˘//˘˘/˘˘/˘˘˘//˘˘/˘/˘/˘/˘//˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘˘˘/˘/˘/62A

Verse 3

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 weary steps to thee.//˘///˘/˘/˘˘/˘/˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘//˘/˘/˘/˘/42A

Verse 4

Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary, The day must dawn, and darksome night be past; Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at last.//˘///˘/˘/˘˘///˘??/˘///˘/˘/˘˘˘/˘˘/˘˘///˘/˘/43A

Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.