Sleepers, wake! the watch cry peal­eth,
While slum­ber deep each eye­lid seal­eth:
Awake, Je­ru­sa­lem, awake!
Midnight’s so­lemn hour is toll­ing,
And se­raph-notes are on­ward roll­ing;
They call on us our part to take.
Come forth, ye vir­gins wise:
The Bride­groom comes, arise!
Alleluia! Each lamp be bright with rea­dy light
To grace the mar­riage feast to­night.

Zion hears the voice that sing­eth
With sud­den joy her glad heart spring­eth,
At once she wakes, she stands ar­rayed:
Her light is come, her star as­cend­ing,
Lo, girt with truth, with mer­cy blend­ing,
Her Bride­groom there, so long de­layed.
All hail! God’s glo­ri­ous Son,
All hail! our joy and crown,
Alleluia! The joy­ful call we an­swer all,
And fol­low to the brid­al hall.

Praise to Him who goes be­fore us!
Let men and an­gels join in chor­us,
Let harp and cym­bal add their sound.
Twelve the gates, a pearl each por­tal:
We haste to join the choir im­mor­tal
Within the Ho­ly Ci­ty’s bound.
Ear ne’er heard aught like this,
Nor heart con­ceived such bliss.
Alleluia! We raise the song, we swell the throng,
To praise Thee ag­es all along.