Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Hymns. VI. The Pilgrims of the NightFrederick William Faber (18141863)
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O’er earth’s green fields, and ocean’s wave-beat shore!
How sweet the truth those blessèd 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.
And, like benighted men, we miss our mark;
God hides Himself, and grace has 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.
“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.
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.
Angels of Jesus! angels of light!
Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night.
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.
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.
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.