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Philip Nicolai·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Wake, awake, for night is flying;
The watchmen on the heights are crying,
Awake, Jerusalem, at last!
Midnight hears the welcome voices,
And at the thrilling cry rejoices:
Come forth, ye virgins, night is past!
The Bridegroom comes; awake,
Your lamps with gladness take;
Alleluia!
And for His marriage-feast prepare,
For ye must go to meet Him there.
Verse 2
Zion hears the watchmen singing,
And all her heart with joy is springing;
She wakes, she rises from her gloom:
For her Lord comes down all glorious,
The Strong in grace, in truth Victorious,
Her Star is risen, her Light is come.
Ah, come, Thou blessed Lord,
O Jesus, Son of God,
Alleluia!
We follow till the halls we see
Where Thou hast bid us sup with Thee.
Verse 3
Now let all the heavens adore Thee,
And men and angels sing before Thee,
With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone;
Of one pearl each shining portal,
Where we are with the choir immortal
Of angels round Thy dazzling throne;
Nor eye hath seen, nor ear
Hath yet attained to hear
What there is ours;
But we rejoice and sing to Thee
Our hymn of joy eternally.
Philip Nicolai, “Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 261 · 8.9.8.8.9.8.6.6.4.8.8. · Wachet Auf
Isaac Watts·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
How beauteous are their feet
Who stand on Zion’s hill,
Who bring salvation on their tongues,
And words of peace reveal!
Verse 2
How charming is their voice!
How sweet the tidings are!
”Zion, behold thy Saviour King;
He reigns and triumphs here.”
Verse 3
How happy are our ears
That hear this joyful sound,
Which kings and prophets waited for,
And sought, but never found!
Verse 4
How blessed are our eyes
That see this heavenly light!
Prophets and kings desired it long,
But died without the sight.
Verse 5
The watchmen join their voice,
And tuneful notes employ;
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs,
And deserts learn the joy.
Verse 6
The Lord makes bare His arm
Through all the earth abroad;
Let every nation now behold
Their Saviour and their God.
Isaac Watts, “How Beauteous Are Their Feet”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 341 · S.M. · St. Michael
Philip Doddridge·Post-Reformation
Verse 1
Ye servants of the Lord,
Each in his office wait,
Observant of His heavenly word,
And watchful at His gate.
Verse 2
Let all your lamps be bright,
And trim the golden flame;
Gird up your loins, as in His sight,
For awful is His Name.
Verse 3
Watch: ’tis your Lord’s command,
And while we speak, He’s near;
Mark the first signal of His hand,
And ready all appear.
Verse 4
O happy servant he
In such a posture found!
He shall his Lord with rapture see,
And be with honor crowned.
Verse 5
Christ shall the banquet spread
With His own royal hand,
And raise that favorite servant’s head
Amidst the angelic band.
Philip Doddridge, “Ye Servants of the Lord”
Presbyterian 1895 No. 343 · S.M. · (Laban)