Wake, Awake, for Night Is Flying

“Wake, awake, for night is flying,” The watchmen on the heights are crying; “Awake, Jerusalem, at last!” Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices: “Come forth, ye virgins, night is past! The Bridegroom comes;...

How Lovely Shines the Morning Star!

How lovely shines the Morning Star! The nations see and hail afar The light in Judah shining. Thou David’s Son of Jacob’s race, My Bridegroom and my King of Grace, For thee my heart is pining. Lowly, holy, Great and glorious, Thou victorious Prince of...