“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 you must go to 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 blessed 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…