 | 1 Wake, awake, for night is dying, the watchmen on the heights are crying; Awake, Jerusalem, at last. Midnight hears the welcome voices and at the joyful news rejoices: Prepare wise virgins night is past. The Bridegroom comes: Awake! Your lamps with gladness take! Alleluia! And for this mariage feast prepare, For you must go to meet him there. 2 Sion hears the watchmen singing, and in her heart new 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, O come, Redeemer come, God's own beloved son Alleluia! We follow to your heav'ly hall We answer to your welcome call. 3 Let all heav'n and earth adore you, and men and angels sing before you with harp and cymbals' clearest tone. All of pearl each shining portal, where we shall join the choir immortal, of saints and angels round your throne No human mind can tell the joy witch there shall dwell Alleluia! But we must be prepared to see the brightness of eternity Preview |
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