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"The night is far spent, the day is at hand."

ARK! hark, my soul! Angelic songs are swelling

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.

4 Rest comes at length; though life be long and dreary,
The day must dawn, and darksome night be past;
Faith's journey ends in welcome 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!

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.
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the night!

LUCCA (66 86 88).

Old German Volkslied.

By Gesius.