I heard an angel sing to me,
A voice so sweet and clear,
And e’er since then it seems to be
My God is always near.
The message of that nightingale
Made tranquil thoughts replace
The turmoil of my heart and soul
With Heavens healing grace.
The creatures of Creator’s love
That blessed sound revealed
The burden of my faults removed
My wounded soul is healed.
A walk through pleasant pastures near
And by the river’s sound,
That blessed song again we hear
And peaceful bliss is found.
O May we ever be so blessed,
With messages so clear,
And may our heartfelt faith confessed
Be music to His ear.
I heard an angel sing to me
A voice so sweet and clear,
And e’er since then it seems to be
My God is always near.
(Tune: How sweet the name of Jesus sounds)
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