Behold, He Cometh (Crosby)

Awake

ye that slum­ber

Awake from your sleep

With lamps trimmed and burn­ing

A watch you must keep

You know not how quick­ly

The cry you may hear

Go forth to meet the Bride­groom

For lo

He is near.

Behold

He com­eth

The bless­èd Bride­groom com­eth

Then go ye forth to meet Him

A glad and grate­ful throng.

Behold

He com­eth

The bless­èd Bride­groom com­eth

Then go ye forth to meet Him

With a hap­py

hap­py song.

Awake

ye that slum­ber

His wel­come pre­pare.

Awake and be rea­dy

His ban­quet to share.

The hour is ap­proach­ing

No time for re­pose

The op­en door of mer­cy

Forever may close.

Awake

ye that slum­ber

No long­er des­pise

The warn­ing that bids you

Be watch­ful and wise.

The Bride­groom may tar­ry

But true to His word

Your bless­èd call to meet Him

Will sure­ly be heard.