2. We are still as in a dungeon living, Still oppressed with sorrow and misgiving; Our undertakings Are but toils and troubles and heartbreakings. 3. Ye, meanwhile, are in your chambers sleeping, Quiet, and set free from all our weeping; No cross or sadness There can hinder your untroubled gladness. 4. Christ has wiped away your tears forever; Ye have that for which we still endeavor; To you are chanted Songs that ne’er to mortal ears were granted. 5. Ah! who would, then, not depart with gladness To inherit heaven for earthly sadness? Who here would languish Longer in bewailing and in anguish? 6. Come, O Christ, and loose the chains that bind us! Lead us forth and cast this world behind us! With Thee, th’ Anointed, Finds the soul its joy and rest appointed. S. Dach, 1635; H. W. Longfellow, tr., a. JUDGMENT. 548 8, 7, 6 l O’er the distant mountains breaking Comes the redd’ning dawn of day; Rise, my soul, from sleep awaking, Rise, and sing, and watch, and pray; |: ’Tis thy Savior, :| On His bright returning way. 2. O Thou long-expected, weary Waits my anxious soul for Thee; Life is dark, and earth is dreary, Where Thy light I do not see; |: O my Savior, :| When wilt Thou return to me? 3. Nearer is my soul’s salvation, Spent the night, the day at hand; Keep me in my lowly station, Watching for Thee, till I stand, |: O my Savior, :| In Thy bright, Thy promised land. 4. With my lamp well trimmed and burning, Swift to hear and loath to roam, Watching for Thy glad returning To restore me to my home. |: Come, my Savior, :| Thou hast promised: quickly come. J. S. B. Monsell, 1863, a. 549 8, 9, 8, 6, 6, 4, 8, 8 Wake, awake, for night is flying, The watchmen on the heights are crying: Awake, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight hears the welcome voices, And at the thrilling cry rejoices; O where are ye, ye virgins wise? The Bridegroom comes, awake! Your lamps with gladness take! Hallelujah! With bridal care Yourselves prepare To meet the Bridegroom, who is near! 2. Zion hears the watchmen singing, And all her heart with joy is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her Star is risen, her Light is come! Now come, Thou Blessed One, Lord Jesus, God’s own Son, Hail! Hosanna! The joyful call We answer all, And follow to the nuptial hall.