Wake, awake, for night is fly­ing,
The watch­men on the heights are cry­ing:
Awake, Je­ru­sa­lem, at last!
Midnight hears the wel­come voic­es,
And at the thrill­ing cry re­joic­es:
Come forth, ye vir­gins, night is past!
The Bride­groom comes, awake,
Your lamps with glad­ness take; Al­le­luia!
And for His mar­riage feast pre­pare
For ye must go and meet Him there.

Zion hears the watch­men sing­ing,
And all her heart with joy is spring­ing,
She wakes, she ris­es from her gloom;
For her Lord comes down all glo­ri­ous,
The strong in grace, in truth vic­to­ri­ous,
Her star is ris’n, her light is come!
Ah come, Thou bless­èd Lord,
O Je­sus, Son of God, Al­le­lu­ia!
We fol­low till the halls we see
Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.

Now let all the heav’ns adore Thee,
And men and an­gels sing be­fore Thee,
With harp and cym­bal’s clear­est tone;
Of one pearl each shin­ing por­tal,
Where we are with the choir im­mor­tal
Of an­gels round Thy daz­zling throne;
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear
Hath yet at­tained to hear what there is ours,
But we re­joice, and sing to Thee
Our hymn of joy eter­nal­ly.