1. Wake, Awake, For The Night Is Flying 1-3 Wake, awake, for night is flying: The watchmen on the heights are crying, Awake, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight’s solemn hour is tolling; His chariot wheels are nearer rolling; He comes! O church, lift up thine eyes! Rise up, with willing feet Go forth, the Bridegroom meet: Hallelujah! Lo, great and small, We answer all; We follow where Thy voice shall call. Wake, awake, for night is flying: The watchmen on the heights are crying, Awake, Jerusalem, arise! Midnight’s solemn hour is tolling; His chariot wheels are nearer rolling; He comes! O church, lift up thine eyes! Rise up, with willing feet Go forth, the Bridegroom meet: Hallelujah! Lo, great and small, We answer all; We follow where Thy voice shall call. Words by Philipp Nicolai, / Music by Hans Sachs, Arr, by Philipp Nicolai, Har. by Johann S. Bach

2. Wake, Awake, For The Night Is Flying 2-3 Zion hears the watchmen singing; Her heart with deep delight is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom, For her Lord comes down all glorious, In grace arrayed, by truth victorious; Her star is ris'n, her light is come! Ah, come Thou blessed One, God's own beloved Son, Hallelujah! We haste along, An eager throng, And glad-some join the advent song. Zion hears the watchmen singing; Her heart with deep delight is springing, She wakes, she rises from her gloom, For her Lord comes down all glorious, In grace arrayed, by truth victorious; Her star is ris'n, her light is come! Ah, come Thou blessed One, God's own beloved Son, Hallelujah! We haste along, An eager throng, And glad-some join the advent song.

3. Wake, Awake, For The Night Is Flying 3-3 Now let all the heav’ns adore Thee, And men and angels sing before Thee With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone; Of one pearl each shining portal, Where we shall join the choirs immortal In praises round Thy glorious throne; No vision ever brought, No ear hath ever caught Such great glory! Therefore will we, eternally, Sing hymns of joy and praise to Thee. Now let all the heav’ns adore Thee, And men and angels sing before Thee With harp and cymbal’s clearest tone; Of one pearl each shining portal, Where we shall join the choirs immortal In praises round Thy glorious throne; No vision ever brought, No ear hath ever caught Such great glory! Therefore will we, eternally, Sing hymns of joy and praise to Thee.