Hear the glad tid­ings, O Bride of the Bride­groom!
Rouse ye from slum­ber, the night is far gone;
Mystic in splen­dor, the morn­ing star shin­eth,
Heralding ev­er the near­ing of dawn.

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Jesus is com­ing, O sing hal­le­lu­jah!
Jesus is com­ing in glo­ry to reign;
Yes, He is com­ing, O sing hal­le­lu­jah,
Jesus is com­ing again.

Loins should be gird­ed, and lights should be burn­ing,
Watchmen are sound­ing the Ju­bi­lee horn;
Zion, her head from the dust is now lift­ing,
Hailing the break of that glo­ri­ous morn.

Refrain

Cloudless the morn­ing for which we have waited,
Waited so wea­ri­ly, wait­ed so long!
Now it is com­ing, O sing hal­le­lu­jah!
Sing it! For this is the true glo­ry song.

Refrain

Sleeping or wait­ing, re­deemed ones to­ge­ther,
Caught up, the King in His beau­ty shall see;
Death with its sting shall again threat­en ne­ver:
We, like our Lord shall for­ev­er­more be.

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