Bride of the Lamb, Awake, Awake

Bride of the Lamb! awake

awake!

Why sleep for sor­row now?

The hope of glo­ry

Christ

is thine

A child of glo­ry thou.

Thy Spir­it through the lone­ly night

From earth­ly joy apart

Hath sighed for One that’s far away—

The Bride­groom of thy heart.

But see

the night is wan­ing fast

The break­ing morn is near

And Je­sus comes

with voice of love

Thy droop­ing heart to cheer.

He comes—for O His yearn­ing heart

No more can bear de­lay

To scenes of full un­ming­led joy

To call His bride away.

This earth

the scene of all His woe

A home­less wild to thee

Full soon up­on His heav’n­ly throne

Its right­ful king shall see.

Thou

too

shalt reign—He will not wear

His crown of joy alone

And earth His roy­al bride shall see

Beside Him on His throne.

Then weep no more

’tis all thine own

His crown

His joy di­vine;

And

swee­ter far than all be­side

He

He Him­self is thine.