Bride Of The Lamb, Awake, Awake

Bride of the Lamb, awake, awake!

Why sleep for sorrow now?

The hope of glory, Christ, is thine,

A child of glory thou.

Thy spirit, through the lonely night,

From earthly joy apart,

Hath sighed for One that's far away-

The Bridegroom of thy heart.

But see! the night is waning fast,

The breaking morn is near;

And Jesus comes, with voice of love,

Thy drooping heart to cheer.

He comes-for oh, His yearning heart

No more can bear delay-

To scenes of full unmingled joy

To call His bride away.

Then weep no more; 'tis all thine own

His crown, His joy divine;

And, sweeter far than all beside,

He, He Himself is thine!