Ye Virgin Souls, Arise

Ye vir­gin souls

arise

With all the dead awake

Unto sal­va­tion wise

Oil in your ves­sels take;

Upstarting at the mid­night cry

Behold the heav­en­ly Bride­groom nigh!

He comes

He comes

to call

The na­tions to His bar

And raise to glo­ry all

Who fit for glo­ry are;

Made rea­dy for your full re­ward

Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.

Go

meet Him in the sky

Your ev­er­last­ing friend;

Your head to gl­or­ify

With all His saints as­cend;

Ye pure in heart

ob­tain the grace

To see

with­out a veil

His face!

Ye that have here re­ceived

The unc­tion from above

And in His Spir­it lived

Obedient to His love

Jesus shall claim you for His bride:

Rejoice with all the sanc­ti­fied!

Rejoice in glo­ri­ous hope

Of that great day un­known

When all shall be caught up

And stand be­fore His throne

Called to par­take the mar­riage feast

And lean on our Im­ma­nu­el’s breast.

The ev­er­last­ing doors

Shall soon the saints re­ceive

Above yon an­gel pow­ers

In glo­ri­ous joy to live;

Far from a world of grief and sin

With God eter­nal­ly shut in.

Then let us wait to hear

The trum­pet’s wel­come sound;

To see our Lord ap­pear

Watching let us be found;

When Je­sus doth the heav­ens bow

Be found—as

Lord

Thou find’st us now!