Scarce discerning aught before us,
On our weary way we go;
But one guiding Star is o’er us,
Beaming forth the way to show.
Watch we, pray we, let us sink not
Journeying on while yet we can;
At a moment when we think not
Shall we meet the Son of Man.
See! e’en now the east is brightening;
See! the cloud of gloom is riven;
See! a flash more swift than lightning
Gleaming all athwart the Heaven.
Christ hath come—oh, joy and wonder!
Clothed in majesty sublime,
Glorious as the Son of Thunder
Saw Him in the olden time.
Hark, the trumpets’ note is pealing;
All the dead it summoneth,
Endless life to some revealing,
But to some—the second death.
Lo! a form from earth ariseth,
Pure and lovely, who is she?
She it is whom Jesu prizeth,
’Tis the Church, whose spouse is He.
See the robes of dazzling brightness
That adorn the glorious bride;
God hath clothed her in the whiteness
Of the saints all purified.
Hark! she hails Him:
Thou that savest,
Thy salvation draweth nigh;
With the children that Thou gavest,
Jesu, Bridegroom, here am I.
White robed bands of His redeemèd
Stand around her by the throne;
Sorrowful on earth they seemèd,
Now their great reward is shown:
For with joy how passing fervent
Each doth hear the gracious voice—
Come, thou good and faithful servant,
Come, and evermore rejoice.