“Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away."
BRIDE of the Lamb, rejoice! rejoice!
Thy midnight watch is past,
True to his promise, lo, 'tis he!
The Savior comes at last.
His heart, amid the blest repose
And glories of the throne,
With love's unwearied care, hath made
Thy sorrows all its own.
Through days and nights of suff'ring, taught
For human woe to feel,
He only, with unerring skill,
Thy wounded heart could heal.
And now at length, behold, he comes
To claim thee from above,
In answer to the ceaseless call,
And deep desire of love.
Go, then, thou lov'd and blessed one,
Thou drooping mourner, rise!
Go—for he calls thee now to share
His dwelling in the skies.
For thee, his royal Bride—for thee,
His brightest glories shine:
And, happier still, his changeless heart,
With all its love, is thine.