Hearken to the Solemn Voice

Hearken to the so­lemn voice

The aw­ful mid­night cry;

Waiting souls

re­joice

re­joice

And see the Bride­groom nigh:

Lo! He comes to keep His Word

Light and joy His looks im­part;

Go ye forth to meet your Lord

And meet Him in your heart.

Ye who faint be­neath the load

Of sin

your heads lift up;

See your great re­deem­ing God

He comes

and bids you hope:

In the mid­night of your grief

Jesus doth His mourn­ers cheer;

Lo! He brings you sure re­lief;

Believe

and feel Him here.

Ye whose loins are girt

stand forth!

Whose lamps are burn­ing bright

Worthy in your Sav­ior’s worth

To walk with Christ in light:

Jesus bids your hearts be clean

Bids you all His pro­mise prove;

Jesus comes to cast out sin

And per­fect you in love.

Happiest souls

if such are here

Who have at­tained the prize

Wait ye till your Lord ap­pear

Descending from the skies:

Still forget the things be­hind

Toward your thrones of glo­ry press

Stop not

till above ye find

The crown of right­eous­ness.

Wait we all in pa­tient hope

Till Christ

the Judge

shall come

We shall soon be all caught up

To meet the ge­ne­ral doom:

In an hour to us un­known

As a thief in deep­est night

Christ shall sud­den­ly come down

With all His saints in light.

Happy he whom Christ shall find

Watching to see Him come;

Him the Judge of all man­kind

Shall bear tri­umph­ant home:

Who can an­swer to His Word?

Which of you dares meet His day?

Rise

and come to judg­ment! Lord

We rise

and come away!