1 Ye virgin souls arise,
With all the dead awake!
Unto salvation wise,
Oil in your vessels take:
Upstarting at the midnight cry
Behold the heavenly bridegroom nigh.

2 He comes, he comes to call
The nations to his bar,
And raise to glory all
Who fit for glory are;
Made ready for your full reward
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord.

3 Go meet him in the sky,
Your everlasting friend;
Your head to glorify:
With all his saints ascend;
Ye pure in heart obtain the grace
To see without a veil his face.

4 Ye that have here receiv'd
The unction from above,
And in his spirit liv'd,
Obedient to his love;
Jesus shall claim you for His bride;
Rejoice with all the sanctified.

5 The everlasting doors,
Shall soon the saints receive,
Above yon angel powers
In glorious joy to live:
Far from a world of grief and sin,
With God eternally shut in.

6 Then let us wait to hear
The trumpet’s welcome sound,
To see our Lord appear,
Watching let us be found;
When Jesus doth the heavens bow,
Be found—as Lord, thou find’st us now!