Ye Waiting Souls, Arise

Ye wait­ing 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 take to glo­ry all

Who meet 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.

The ev­er­last­ing doors

Shall soon the saints re­ceive

With ser­aphs

thrones

and 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

May we be watch­ing found;

And when Thou dost the heav­ens bow

Be found—as

Lord

Thou find’st us now.