Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying

1. Wake, a- wake, for night is fly- ing; The watch- men on the heights are cry- ing: A- wake, Je- ru- sa- lem, at last! Mid- night hears the wel- come voi- ces And at the thril- ling cry re- joi- ces; Come forth, ye vir- gins, night is past; The Bride- groom comes, a- wake; Your lamps with glad- ness take; A- lle- lu- ia! And for His mar- riage feast pre- pare For ye must go and meet Him there.

2. Zi- on hears the watch- men sing- ing, And all her heart with joy is spring- ing; She wakes, she ri- ses from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glo- rious, The strong in grace, in truth vic- tor- ious. Her Star is ris'n, her Light is come. Ah come, Thou bless- ed One, God's own be- lo- ved Son: A- lle- lu- ia! We fol- low till the halls we see Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee

3. Now let all the heav'ns a- dore Thee, And saints and an- gels sing be- fore Thee, With harp and cym- bal's clear- est tone; Of one pearl each shin- ing por- tal, Where we are with the choir im- mor- tal Of an- gels round Thy dazz- ling throne; Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath yet a- ttained to hear What there is ours, but we re- joice and sing to Thee Our hymn of joy e- ter- nal- ly.