The Night Is Now Far Spent

The night is now far spent

And day comes on apace;

The veil will soon be rent

That hides the Sav­ior’s face;

The clouds that now ob­struct our sight

Will all be quick­ly put to flight.

Ye saints

lift up your heads

Salvation draw­eth nigh;

See where the morn­ing spreads

Its ra­di­ance through the sky;

Oh

let the sight your spir­its cheer;

The Lord Him­self will soon ap­pear.

Though men your hope de­ride

Nor will them­selves be­lieve;

Yet in His word con­fide

Who nev­er can de­ceive;

When Heav’n and earth shall pass away

The saints shall see a glo­ri­ous day.

For you the Lord in­tends

A bright abode on high;

The place where sor­row ends

And naught is known but joy;

With such a hope

ye saints

re­joice;

We soon shall hear th’arch­an­gel’s voice.