He  is coming  soon  for  His  faithful  Bride,
         Who  is  purged  from all  dross,  from  self and  all pride,
         For  she  paid  the price  counting  all  as loss,
         Gladly  sharing  all the  sufferings  of  the cross.

CHORUS

       O Church,  awake !  arise  and  shine !
       Put  on  thy strength,  stand  in  His  might !
       He  will  not  fail, the  vict’ry’s  thine,
       Rejoice  He  comes in  glory  bright.

2    She  rejoiced  in  hope, midst  the  fiery trials,
       For  the  vision so  great  abstained  from  all guile,
       Lived  a  stranger here,  by  the  world despised,
       Fighting  for  the truth  that  fallen  mandefied.

3    Precious  is  the  Church, held  by  Him  sodear,
       Now  to  claim  as His  own  He  soon  shall appear,
       He  hath  watched  with joy  all  her  toil  of love,
       She  will  share  His glorious  throne   in Heav’n above.

4    When  our  eyes  behold what  His  love  hath wrought,
       Hid  from  prophets of  old,  though earnestly sought,
       With  a  grateful  heart, we  shall  with  Him       reign,
       Changed  to  glorious body  when  He  comesagain.

5     Now  the  night’s   far spent,  is  your armour bright ?
        Are  you  keeping your  garments  spotless and white ?
        Keep  your  eyes on  Him  while  the  race you  run,
        Then He’ll  say  to   you  “Well  done, the  prize  is won”.