11/21/2022
A hymn for the Last Sunday in the Church Year, anticipating the beginning of Advent next week:
1 "Wake, awake, for night is flying,"
the watchmen on the heights are crying;
"awake, Jerusalem, arise!"
Midnight hears the welcome voices,
and at the thrilling cry rejoices:
"Oh, where are all you virgins wise?
The Bridegroom comes, awake!
Your lamps with gladness take! Alleluia!
With bridal care yourselves prepare
to meet the Bridegroom, who is near."
2 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.
Now come, O Blessed One,
Christ Jesus, God's own Son. Hail! Hosanna!
We enter all the marriage hall
to eat the Supper at your call.
3 Now let all the heav'ns adore you,
let saints and angels sing before you
with harp and cymbal's clearest tone.
Of one pearl each shining portal,
where, dwelling with the choir immortal,
we gather round your radiant throne.
No vision ever brought,
no ear has ever caught such great glory;
therefore will we in victory
sing hymns of praise eternally.
