Behold, the Bridegroom Comes

We shall hear a voice

an im­mor­tal voice

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

At the mid­night watch

in the dark­ness deep

When across our souls hea­vy slum­bers creep

We shall hear that voice

that im­mor­tal voice

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

Oh

be rea­dy when the Bride­groom comes!

Oh

be rea­dy when the Bride­groom comes!

At the noon­tide

in the ev­en­ing

At the mid­night

in the morn­ing

Oh

be rea­dy

Oh

be rea­dy

Oh

be rea­dy when the Bride­groom comes!

When the voice shall cry

Go ye forth to­night

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

Then the pulse will cease

and the heart grow still

And the eyes will close

and the blood grow chill

And the soul will take its eter­nal flight

For lo

the Bride­groom comes!

Brother

trim your lamp

have it burn­ing bright

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

He will sure­ly come

though He seem­eth late

Be at peace with Him

nor a mo­ment wait

You will hear the cry ere the morn­ing light

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

Hast thou made a vow? hast­en ye to pay

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!

For when He has come

and hath closed the door

And ye stand and pray

Op­en

we im­plore

It will be too late—pay your vows to­day

Behold

the Bride­groom comes!