1 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;
And for His marriage feast prepare,
For ye must go to meet Him there.
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 risen, her Light is come!
Ah come, Thou blessed Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God,
We follow till the halls we see
Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.
3 Now let all the heavens 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;
No eye has seen, nor ear
Hath yet attained to hear
What there is ours.
But we rejoice, and sing to Thee
Our hymns of joy eternally.
|First Line:||Wake, awake, for night is flying|
|German Title:||Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme|
|Translator:||Miss Winkworth (1858)|
|Author:||Dr. Philip Nicolai (1598)|
|Topic:||Death and Eternity: Heaven; Advent, First Sunday; Easter Season, Fourth Sunday(1 more...)|
|Name:||WACHET AUF, RUFT UNS DIE STIMME|
|Notes:||Composer from index: Ph. Nicolai? 1599|