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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;
Hallelujah!

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 blesséd Lord!

O Jesus, Son of God,
Hallelujah!

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;

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.

Ph. Nicolai. C. Winkworth, Tr.

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HARK! [ARK! hark, my soul, angelic songs are swel

ling

O'er earth's green fields and ocean's wavebeat shore;

How sweet the truth those blesséd strains are

telling

Of that new life when sin shall be no more!
Angels of Jesus, angels of light,

Singing to welcome the pilgrims of the
night.

2 Onward we go, for still we hear them singing, "Come, weary souls, for Jesus bids you come;"

And through the dark, its echoes sweetly ring

ing,

The music of the Gospel leads us home.
Angels of Jesus, etc.

3 Far, far away, like bells at ev'ning pealing, The voice of Jesus sounds o'er land and sea. And laden souls by thousands, meekly stealing,

Kind Shepherd, turn their weary steps to
Thee.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

4 Rest comes at length, though life be long and

dreary;

The day must dawn, and darksome night be

past;

Faith's journeys end in welcome to the weary, And heaven, the heart's true home, will come at las.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

5 Angels, sing on! your faithful watches keep

ing;

Sing us sweet fragments of the songs

above;

Till morning's joy shall end the night of

weeping,

And life's long shadows break in cloudless

love.

Angels of Jesus, etc.

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LET me go, let me go,

F. W. Faber.

Lord, to me Thy presence show;
Thither still my heart is turning,
For Thy heav'nly courts in yearning,
There Thy perfect rest to know,: ||

2 || Sweetest Light,: ||

Sun that scatter'st clouds in flight, O when shall I come before Thee, When shall I with saints adore Thee,

Dwelling in Thy presence bright!: ||

3 : Ah, how clear,: ||

Ring the angel voices there!
While my soul for wings is sighing,
Wings o'er vale and mountain flying,—
Now in Zion to appear.: ||

4 || What shall be,: ||

All the joy laid up for me, Lord, I know not, eyes are holden Till Jersualem the golden

In its beauty I shall see. : ||

5 | Paradise,: ||

Fairest fruits delight our eyes, Where the Tree of Life is planted, Bliss beyond our dreams is granted; ||: Bring us, Lord, to Paradise! : ||

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E. Knak.

H. R. Krauth, Tr.

THERE many shall come from the east and

the west,

And sit at the feast of salvation, With Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the blest, Obeying the Lord's invitation:

Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

2 But they who have always resisted His grace,
And on their own virtue depended,
Shall then be condemned and cast out from
His face,

Eternally lost and unfriended.

Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

3 O may we all hear when our Shepherd doth

call,

In accents persuasive and tender,

That while there is time we make haste, one

and all,

And find Him, our mighty Defender!
Have mercy upon us, O Jesus!

M. B. Landstad. P. O. Stromme, Tr.

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'ER the distant mountains breaking, Comes the reddening dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; 'Tis thy Savior, 'tis thy Savior, On His bright returning way.

2 O Thou long-expected, weary

Waits my anxious soul for Thee,
Life is dark, and earth is dreary,
Where Thy light I do not see;
O my Savior, O my Savior,
When wilt Thou return to me?

3 Nearer is my soul's salvation,

Spent the night, the day at hand;
Keep me in my ìowly station,
Watching for Thee, till I stand,
O my Savior, O my Savior,
In Thy bright, Thy promised land.