The night is far spent, and the day is at hand;

No sign to be looked for: the Star's in the sky.

Rejoice then, ye saints, 'tis your Lord's own command;

Rejoice, for the coming of Jesus draws nigh.

How bright then that day when the Saviour appears!

How welcome to those who have shared in His cross!

A crown incorruptible then will be theirs,

A rich compensation for suff'ring and loss.

No loss in this world can compare with that day,

With glory that then will from heav'n be revealed.

The Saviour is coming, His people may say,

The Lord whom we look for, our Sun and our Shield.

O kindle within us a holy desire,

Like that which was found in Thy people of old,

Who tasted Thy love, and whose hearts were on fire,

While waiting, in patience, Thy face to behold.