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P. NICOLAI Har. by F. MENDELSSOHN

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WAKE, awake! for night is flying;
The watchmen on the heights are crying,
Awake, Jerusalem, at last!
Midnight hears the welcome voices,
And at the thrilling cry rejoices:
Come forth, ye virgins, night is past!
The Bridegroom comes; awake!
Your lamps with gladness take;
Hallelujah!

And for His marriage feast prepare,
For ye must go to meet Him there.
2 Zion hears the watchmen singing
And all her heart with joy is springing,

She wakes, she rises from her gloom; For her Lord comes down all glorious, The strong in grace, in truth victorious, Her star is risen, her light is come!