25.  Hope’s Consummation

1
Bride of the Lamb, awake! awake!
Why weep for sorrow now?
The hope of glory, Christ, is thine;
A child of glory, thou.

2
Thy spirit through the lonely night,
From earthly joy apart,
Hath sighed for one that’s far away,
The Bridegroom of thy heart.

3
But see, the night is waning fast,
The breaking morn is here;
And Jesus comes, with voice of love,
Thy drooping heart to cheer.

4
He comes, for O! his yearning heart
No more can bear delay,
To scenes of full unmingled joy
To call his bride away.

5
This earth, the scene of all his woe,
A homeless wild to thee,
Full soon upon his heav’nly throne
Its rightful King shall see.

6
His own kind hand shall wipe the tears
From ev’ry weeping eye,
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears,
And death itself, shall die.