210 Wake Awake for Night Is Flying
[1]
Wake awake for night is flying
The watchmen on the heights are crying
Awake Jerusalem arise!
Midnight s solemn hour is tolling
His chariot wheels are nearer rolling
He comes; prepare ye virgins wise.
Rise up with willing feet
Go forth the Bridegroom meet;
Alleluia!
Bear through the night your well-trimmed light
Speed forth to join the marriage rite.
Wake awake for night is flying
The watchmen on the heights are crying
Awake Jerusalem arise!
Midnight s solemn hour is tolling
His chariot wheels are nearer rolling
He comes; prepare ye virgins wise.
Rise up with willing feet
Go forth the Bridegroom meet;
Alleluia!
Bear through the night your well-trimmed light
Speed forth to join the marriage rite.
[2]
Zion hears the watchmen singing
Her heart with deep delight is springing
She wakes she rises from her gloom;
Forth her Bridegroom comes all-glorious
In grace arrayed by truth victorious;
Her Star is risen her Light is come!
All hail incarnate Lord
Our crown and our reward!
Alleluia!
We haste along in pomp of song
And gladsome join the marriage throng.
Zion hears the watchmen singing
Her heart with deep delight is springing
She wakes she rises from her gloom;
Forth her Bridegroom comes all-glorious
In grace arrayed by truth victorious;
Her Star is risen her Light is come!
All hail incarnate Lord
Our crown and our reward!
Alleluia!
We haste along in pomp of song
And gladsome join the marriage throng.
[3]
Lamb of God the heavens adore Thee
And men and angels sing before Thee
With harp and cymbal s clearest tone.
By the pearly gates in wonder
We stand and swell the voice of thunder
That echoes round Thy dazzling throne.
No vision ever brought
No ear hath ever caught
Such bliss and joy;
We raise the song we swell the throng
To praise Thee ages all along.
Lamb of God the heavens adore Thee
And men and angels sing before Thee
With harp and cymbal s clearest tone.
By the pearly gates in wonder
We stand and swell the voice of thunder
That echoes round Thy dazzling throne.
No vision ever brought
No ear hath ever caught
Such bliss and joy;
We raise the song we swell the throng
To praise Thee ages all along.