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, you virgins, night is past!
The Bridegroom comes; awake,
Your lamps with gladness take;
Alleluia!
And for his marriage feast prepare,
For you must go to meet him there.

2 Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And all her heart with 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 now, blessed Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God!
Alleluia!
We follow till the halls we view
Where you have bid us sup with you.

Amen.