Scarce Discerning Aught Before Us

Scarce dis­cern­ing aught be­fore us

On our wea­ry way we go;

But one guid­ing Star is o’er us

Beaming forth the way to show.

Watch we

pray we

let us sink not

Journeying on while yet we can;

At a mo­ment when we think not

Shall we meet the Son of Man.

See! e’en now the east is bright­en­ing;

See! the cloud of gloom is riv­en;

See! a flash more swift than light­ning

Gleaming all athwart the Heav­en.

Christ hath come—oh

joy and won­der!

Clothed in ma­jes­ty sub­lime

Glorious as the Son of Thun­der

Saw Him in the old­en time.

Hark

the trum­pets’ note is peal­ing;

All the dead it sum­mon­eth

Endless life to some re­veal­ing

But to some—the se­cond death.

Lo! a form from earth aris­eth

Pure and lov­ely

who is she?

She it is whom Je­su priz­eth

’Tis the Church

whose spouse is He.

See the robes of daz­zling bright­ness

That adorn the glo­ri­ous bride;

God hath clothed her in the white­ness

Of the saints all pu­ri­fied.

Hark! she hails Him: Thou that sav­est

Thy sal­va­tion draw­eth nigh;

With the child­ren that Thou gavest

Jesu

Bride­groom

here am I.

White robed bands of His re­deem­èd

Stand around her by the throne;

Sorrowful on earth they seem­èd

Now their great re­ward is shown:

For with joy how pass­ing fer­vent

Each doth hear the gra­cious voice—

Come

thou good and faith­ful serv­ant

Come

and ev­er­more re­joice.