The night is far spent,
The day is at hand;
Already the dawn
May be seen in the sky;
Rejoice then, ye saints,
’Tis your Lord’s own com­mand;
Rejoice, for the com­ing
Of Je­sus draws nigh.

How bright it will be,
When Je­sus ap­pears!
How wel­come to those
Who have shared in His cross!
A crown in­cor­rupt­ible
Then will be theirs,
A rich com­pen­sa­tion
For suf­fer­ing and loss.

Affliction is light
Compared to the day
Of glo­ry that then
Will from Hea­ven be re­vealed!
The Sav­ior is com­ing,
His peo­ple may say,
The Lord whom we look for,
Our sun and our shield.

O par­don us, Lord,
That love to Thy name
Is faint, with so much
Our af­fect­ions to move!
Our dead­ness shall fill us
With grief and with shame,
So much to be loved
And so lit­tle to love!

O kin­dle with­in
Us ho­ly de­sire,
Like that which was found
In Thy peo­ple of old!
Who felt all Thy love,
And whose hearts were on fire,
While wait­ing in pa­tience
Thy face to be­hold!