Jesu, our cap­tain and our king,
Adorable de­fend­er;
Now comes the night on ebon wing,
And us to sleep we ren­der.
Still rest we, Je­su, in Thy name,
Our keep­er and our guard;
And wake­ful thus in spir­it claim
The watch­er’s blest re­ward.

At noon of night, by Gos­pel voice
The Bride­groom is pro­claimed;
He comes, in Him let all re­joice
By whom Heav’n’s realm is fram­èd.
Forth haste the ho­ly maid­en bands,
To meet His com­ing state;
Bearing their bright lamps in their hands
Joying with glad­ness great.

The fooli­sh bide the gate be­fore,
And hold their lamps long quench­èd;
Smiting in vain that pal­ace door,
Whose bolts will ne’er be wrench­èd.
Then watch we and in spir­it stand
With pa­no­ply com­plete;
That we, when Christ shall be at hand,
Go forth our Lord to greet.

At noon of night its warn­ing thus
Doth voice of seer de­li­ver;
Be praise un­to the Lord from us—
To Sire and Son for­ev­er.
And to the Ho­ly Ghost be praise;
For per­fect Tri­ni­ty,
Of sub­stance one, by us al­ways
Shall be praised and laud­ed be.