The night at last is end­ed,
The dawn be­fore us break­ing;
Behold the streaks of sil­ver,
The day­light is at hand.
O wake ye worn and wea­ry
To glo­ry great awak­ing;
The star of morn is ris­ing,
O’er all the heav­ens grand.

Refrain

Behold, be­hold,
To all of Christ­en­dom,
Behold, be­hold,
The Bride­groom lo, is come.
The trum­pet loud ap­pall­ing,
With bright arch­an­gels call­ing,
Be ready—are you rea­dy?
The Bride­groom lo, has come.

The King in bea­uty com­eth,
With trump­ets loud­ly sound­ing,
Make ready brid­al torch­es,
And bright­ly let them burn.
Make ready all ye saint­ed,
Ye hearts with rap­ture bound­ing;
Remember, O re­mem­ber,
The Savior would re­turn.

Refrain

Behold, the Bride­groom com­eth,
Your lamps have trimmed and light­ed;
Our Je­sus Lord and Master,
Your eyes you scarce be­lieve.
He com­eth, O He com­eth,
But do not be af­fright­ed,
Rejoicing and with shout­ing,
The Sav­ior we re­ceive.

Refrain