Hope' s Consummation
Verse 1
Bride of the Lamb, awake! awake! Why weep for sorrow now? The hope of glory, Christ, is thine; A child of glory, thou.
Verse 2
Thy spirit through the lonely night, From earthly joy apart, Hath sighed for one that' s far away, The Bridegroom of thy heart.
Verse 3
But see, the night is waning fast, The breaking morn is here; And Jesus comes, with voice of love, Thy drooping heart to cheer.
Verse 4
He comes, for O! his yearning heart No more can bear delay, To scenes of full unmingled joy To call his bride away.
Verse 5
This earth, the scene of all his woe, A homeless wild to thee, Full soon upon his heav' nly throne Its rightful King shall see.
Verse 6
His own kind hand shall wipe the tears From ev' ry weeping eye, And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, And death itself, shall die.