|Text:||Wake, awake, for night is flying|
1 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;
For ye must go to meet Him there.
2 Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And all 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 risen, her Light is come!
Ah come, Thou blessèd Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God,
We follow till the halls we see
Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.
3 Now let all the heavens adore Thee,
And men and angels sing before Thee,
With harp and cymbal's clearest tone;
Of one pearl each shining portal,
Where we are with the choir immortal,
Of angels round Thy dazzling throne;
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear
Hath yet attained to hear
What there is ours;
But we rejoice, and sing to Thee
Our hymns of joy eternally.
|First Line:||Wake, awake, for night is flying|
|Author:||Catherine Winkworth (1858)|
|Author:||Philip Nicolai (1599)|
|Topic:||Advent; Angels; Christ: First Advent(4 more...)|
|Composer:||Ph. Nicolai (1599)|