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Hark! hark my soul, Angelic songs are swelling

Author: F. W. Faber Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #398a (1898) Meter: 11.10.11.10.9.11 Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 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! Angels of Jesus, Angels of light, Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. 2 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, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. 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. Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. 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. Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. 5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keeping; Sing us sweet fragments of the songs above; Till morning's joy shall end the night of weeping, And life's long shadows break in cloudless love. Singing to welcome The pilgrims of the night, Singing to welcome the pilgrims, the pilgrims of the night. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PILGRIMS

Hark! hark, my soul, Angelic songs are swelling

Author: F. W. Faber Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #398b (1898) Meter: 11.10.11.10.9.11 Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Tune Title: VOX ANGELICA

Hark! hark, my soul, Angelic songs are swelling

Author: F. W. Faber Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #398c (1898) Meter: 11.10.11.10.9.11 Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Tune Title: ANGELS OF JESUS

Light's abode, celestial Salem

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #399 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 1 Light's abode, celestial Salem, Vision whence true peace doth spring, Brighter than the heart can fancy, Mansion of the highest King; Oh, how glorious are the praises Which of Thee the prophets sing! 2 There forever and forever Alleluia is outpoured; For unending, for unbroken Is the feast-day of the Lord; All is pure and all is holy That within Thy walls is stored. 3 There no cloud nor passing vapor Dims the brightness of the air; Endless noon-day, glorious noon-day, From the Sun of suns is there; There no night brings rest from labor, For unknown are toil and care. 4 Oh, how glorious and resplendent, Fragile body, shalt thou be, When endued with so much beauty, Full of health, and strong, and free, Full of vigor, full of pleasure That shall last eternally! 5 Now with gladness, now with courage, Bear the burden on thee laid, That hereafter these thy labors May with endless gifts be paid, And in everlasting glory Thou with brightness be arrayed. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: REGENT SQUARE

Blessed city, heavenly Salem

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #400 (1898) Meter: 8.7.8.7.8.7 Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 1 Blessed city, heavenly Salem, Vision dear of peace and love, Who of living stones art builded In the height of heaven above, And, with angel hosts encircled, As a bride dost earthward move; 2 From celestial realms descending, Bridal glory round thee shed, Meet for Him Whose love espoused thee, To thy Lord shall thou be led; All thy streets and all thy bulwarks Of pure gold are fashionèd. 3 Bright thy gates of pearl are shining, They are open evermore; And by virtue of His merits Thither faithful souls do soar, Who for Christ's dear Name, in this world Pain and tribulation bore. 4 Many a blow and biting sculpture Polished well those stones elect, In their places now compacted By the heavenly Architect, Who therewith hath willed forever That His palace should be decked. 5 Laud and honor to the Father, Laud and honor to the Son, Laud and honor to the Spirit, Ever Three, and ever One, Consubstantial, Co-eternal, While unending ages run. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ORIEL

O heavenly Jerusalem

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #401a (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 1 O Heavenly Jerusalem, Of everlasting halls, Thrice blessèd are the people Thou storest in thy walls. 2 Thou art the golden mansion, Where saints forever sing, The seat of God's own chosen, The palace of the king. 3 There God for ever sitteth, Himself of all the crown; The Lamb, the Light that shineth, And never goeth down. 4 Naught to this seat approacheth Their sweet peace to molest; They sing their God forever, Nor day nor night they rest. 5 Sure hope doth thither lead us; Our longings thither tend; May short-lived toil ne'er daunt us For joys that cannot end. 6 To Christ, the Sun that lightens His Church above, below; To Father, and to Spirit All things created bow. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: ST. ALPHEGE

O heavenly Jerusalem

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #401b (1898) Meter: 7.6.7.6 D Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Tune Title: ALL HALLOWS

I heard a sound of voices

Author: G. Thring Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #404a (1898) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 1 I heard a sound of voices Around the great white throne, With harpers harping on their harps To him that sat thereon: "Salvation, glory, honou!" I heard the song arise, As throu' the courts of heav'n it rolled In wondrous harmonies. 2 From every clime and kindred, And nations from afar, As serried ranks returning home In triumph from a war, I heard the saints upraising, The myriad hosts among, In praise of Him Who died and lives, Their one glad triumph-song. 3 I saw the holy city, The New Jerusalem, Come down from heaven, a bride adorned With jeweled diadem; The flood of crystal waters Flowed down the golden street; And nations brought their honors there, And laid them at her feet. 4 And there no sun was needed, Nor moon to shine by night, God's glory did enlighten all, The Lamb Himself the light; And there His servants serve Him, And, life's long battle o'er, Enthroned with Him, their Saviour, King, They reign for evermore. 5 O great and glorious vision! The Lamb upon His throne; O wondrous sight for man to see! The Saviour with His own: To drink the living waters And stand upon the shore, Where neither sorrow, sin, nor death Shall ever enter more. 6 O Lamb of God Who reignest! Thou Bright and Morning Star, Whose glory lightens that new earth Which now we see from far! O worthy Judge eternal! When Thou dost bid us come, Then open wide the gates of pearl, And call Thy servants home. Amen. Languages: English Tune Title: PATMOS

I heard a sound of voices

Author: G. Thring Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #404b (1898) Meter: 7.6.8.6 D Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Lyrics: 1 I heard a sound of voices Around the great white throne, With harpers harping on their harps To him that sat thereon: "Salvation, glory, honou!" I heard the song arise, As throu' the courts of heav'n it rolled In wondrous harmonies. 2 From every clime and kindred, And nations from afar, As serried ranks returning home In triumph from a war, I heard the saints upraising, The myriad hosts among, In praise of Him Who died and lives, Their one glad triumph-song. 3 I saw the holy city, The New Jerusalem, Come down from heaven, a bride adorned With jeweled diadem; The flood of crystal waters Flowed down the golden street; And nations brought their honors there, And laid them at her feet. 4 And there no sun was needed, Nor moon to shine by night, God's glory did enlighten all, The Lamb Himself the light; And there His servants serve Him, And, life's long battle o'er, Enthroned with Him, their Saviour, King, They reign for evermore. 5 O great and glorious vision! The Lamb upon His throne; O wondrous sight for man to see! The Saviour with His own: To drink the living waters And stand upon the shore, Where neither sorrow, sin, nor death Shall ever enter more. 6 O Lamb of God Who reignest! Thou Bright and Morning Star, Whose glory lightens that new earth Which now we see from far! O worthy Judge eternal! When Thou dost bid us come, Then open wide the gates of pearl, And call Thy servants home. Amen. Tune Title: HEAVENLY VOICES

For thee, O dear, dear country

Author: J. M. Neale Hymnal: The Church Hymnal #407a (1898) Topics: Processionals General; Processionals Saints' Days Languages: English Tune Title: O BONA PATRIA