Hark, hark, my soul!
The Sav­ior’s voice is call­ing,
E’en now it breathes o’er life’s dark trou­bled sea;
His gra­cious truth like heav’n­ly dew is fall­ing;
Hark, hark, my soul!
Thy Fa­ther calls for thee!
Father of mer­cy, Fa­ther of love!
Thee would we fol­low to our blest home above.

Hark, hark, my soul!
From Heav’n that voice is plead­ing
With thee, ere ev­il days draw dark­ly near;
Still by His Word our Fa­ther’s hand is lead­ing,
From sin and shame,
From sor­row, doubt and fear.
Father of mer­cy, Fa­ther of love!
Thee would we fol­low to our blest home above.

Hark, hark, my soul!
Still, still that voice is sound­ing
Like mu­sic sweet, from some far dist­ant shore,
While an­gel bands, our dai­ly path sur­round­ing,
Lead God’s dear child­ren
On for­ev­er­more.
Father of mer­cy, Fa­ther of love!
Thee would we fol­low to our blest home above.