Hearken to the so­lemn voice,
The aw­ful mid­night cry;
Waiting souls, re­joice, re­joice,
And see the Bride­groom nigh:
Lo! He comes to keep His Word,
Light and joy His looks im­part;
Go ye forth to meet your Lord,
And meet Him in your heart.

Ye who faint be­neath the load
Of sin, your heads lift up;
See your great re­deem­ing God,
He comes, and bids you hope:
In the mid­night of your grief,
Jesus doth His mourn­ers cheer;
Lo! He brings you sure relief;
Believe, and feel Him here.

Ye whose loins are girt, stand forth!
Whose lamps are burn­ing bright,
Worthy in your Sav­ior’s worth,
To walk with Christ in light:
Jesus bids your hearts be clean,
Bids you all His pro­mise prove;
Jesus comes to cast out sin,
And per­fect you in love.

Happiest souls, if such are here,
Who have at­tained the prize,
Wait ye till your Lord ap­pear,
Descending from the skies:
Still forget the things be­hind,
Toward your thrones of glo­ry press,
Stop not, till above ye find
The crown of right­eous­ness.

Wait we all in pa­tient hope,
Till Christ, the Judge, shall come,
We shall soon be all caught up
To meet the ge­ne­ral doom:
In an hour to us un­known,
As a thief in deep­est night,
Christ shall sud­den­ly come down,
With all His saints in light.

Happy he whom Christ shall find
Watching to see Him come;
Him the Judge of all man­kind
Shall bear tri­um­phant home:
Who can an­swer to His Word?
Which of you dares meet His day?
Rise, and come to judg­ment! Lord,
We rise, and come away!