Philipp Nicolai (1556-1608)
Wake, O wake with tidings thrilling
Wake, O wake! with tidings thrilling
The watchmen all the air are filling,
Arise, Jerusalem, arise!
Midnight strikes! no more delaying,
‘The hour has come!’ we hear them saying.
Where are ye all, ye virgins wise?
The Bridegroom comes in sight!
Raise high your torches bright!
The wedding song
Swells loud and strong:
Go forth and join the festal throng.
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