Behold, the Bridegroom Draweth Nigh

Behold

the Bride­groom draw­eth nigh

Hear ye the oft re­peat­ed cry?

Go forth in­to the mid­night dim;

For blest are they whom He shall find

With rea­dy heart and watch­ful mind;

Go forth

my soul

to Him.

Behold

the Bride­groom com­eth by

The call is ech­oed from the sky:

Go forth

ye serv­ants

watch and wait:

The sloth­ful can­not join His train;

No care­less ones can en­trance gain;

Awake

my soul

’tis late.

The wise will plead with one ac­cord

O ho­ly

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord

On us Thy quick­en­ing grace be­stow

That none may reach the door too late

When Thou shalt en­ter at the gate

And to Thy king­dom go.

Behold

the Bride­groom draw­eth near

The warn­ing falls on ev­ery ear:

That night of dread shall come to all:

Behold

my soul

thy lamp so dim

Rise

rise the smok­ing flax to trim;

Soon shalt thou hear His call.