Bride Of The Lamb

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!