Let that day come, O Lord,
And oth­er days pass by;
Night is far spent, and dawn­ing tells
That Thou art draw­ing nigh.

A morn­ing with­out clouds,
Clear shin­ing af­ter rain,
It shall awake the slum­ber­ing earth
To dewy youth again.

Watch ye, and work, and wait,
For Him your vi­gils keep,
Lest com­ing sud­den­ly, He find
His ser­vants sunk in sleep.

Watch, for the Bride­groom comes!
The hour one know­eth not;
But yet the stars are grow­ing pale,
And He hath not for­got.

Watch till your eyes shall see
The glow first flush the sky:
Light of the world, arise and shine
In full-orbed ra­di­an­cy!

Hasten Thy com­ing, Lord!
Dawn, O thou glo­ri­ous day!
Then shall the fair­est days of earth
Pass in­to shade away.