Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying

Wake

awake

for night is fly­ing

The watch­men on the heights are cry­ing:

Awake

Je­ru­sa­lem

at last!

Midnight hears the wel­come voic­es

And at the thrill­ing cry re­joic­es:

Come forth

ye vir­gins

night is past!

The Bride­groom comes

awake

Your lamps with glad­ness take; Al­le­luia!

And for His mar­riage feast pre­pare

For ye must go and meet Him there.

Zion hears the watch­men sing­ing

And all her heart with joy is spring­ing

She wakes

she ris­es from her gloom;

For her Lord comes down all glo­ri­ous

The strong in grace

in truth vic­tor­ious

Her star is ris’n

her light is come!

Ah come

Thou bless­èd Lord

O Je­sus

Son of God

Al­le­lu­ia!

We fol­low till the halls we see

Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.

Now let all the heav’ns adore Thee

And men and an­gels sing be­fore Thee

With harp and cym­bal’s clear­est tone;

Of one pearl each shin­ing por­tal

Where we are with the choir im­mor­tal

Of an­gels round Thy daz­zling throne;

Nor eye hath seen

nor ear

Hath yet at­tained to hear what there is ours

But we re­joice

and sing to Thee

Our hymn of joy eter­nal­ly.