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;
Make 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 vail, his face!