Rejoice, re­joice, be­liev­ers,
And let your lights ap­pear.
The ev­en­ing is ad­van­cing,
And dark­er night is near.
The Bride­groom is aris­ing,
And soon He draw­eth nigh.
Up, pray, and watch, and wres­tle:
At mid­night comes the cry.

See that your lamps are burn­ing;
Replenish them with oil.
And wait for your sal­va­tion,
The end of earth­ly toil.
The watch­ers on the mount­ain
Proclaim the Bride­groom near.
Go meet Him as He cometh,
With al­le­lu­ias clear.

O wise and ho­ly vir­gins,
Now raise your voices high­er,
Until in songs of tri­umph
Ye meet the an­gel choir.
The mar­riage feast is wait­ing,
The gates wide op­en stand;
Rise up, ye heirs of glo­ry,
The Bride­groom is at hand.

Our hope and ex­pec­ta­tion,
O Je­sus, now ap­pear!
Arise, Thou sun so longed for,
O’er this be­night­ed sphere!
With hearts and hands up­lift­ed,
We plead, O Lord, to see
The day of earth’s re­demp­tion
That brings us unto Thee.

Ye saints, who here in pa­tience
Your cross and suf­fer­ings bore,
Shall live and reign for­ev­er,
When sor­row is no more.
Around the throne of glo­ry
The Lamb ye shall be­hold;
In tri­umph cast be­fore Him
Your di­adems of gold!