1 O songs of faith that pilgrims sing!
To you our hearts forever cling;
You guide us where the saints have trod,
You lead us to the throne of God.

O music soft! O music sweet!
Borne upward by your song;
Tho’ storms of time around us beat,
The weakest heart grows strong.

2 O songs of love that angels sing!
What peace and joy your sweet notes bring;
They float so sweetly down the way
That leads us up to endless day.

O music soft! O music sweet!
With heaven in the strain;
Our waiting ears your sweet songs greet,
They calm our weary pain.

3 And now, O joy! at last, at last
The years of toil and woe are past,
And Zion’s golden gate appears;
We pass for aye from grief and tears.

O music soft! O music sweet!
We lay our burden down
For evermore at Jesus’ feet,
And there receive our crown.