1. The morn­ing light is break­ing,
The glo­ri­ous day draws near,
When Christ the Judge of na­tions,
In glor­y will ap­pear;
The mid­night cry is sound­ing,
The dawn­ing star’s aris­ing;
Awake, ye sleep­ing virg­ins,
Your God and Sav­ior’s near.

2. The morn­ing light is breaking,
The King of Glo­ry’s near;
The saints now dead and liv­ing,
Will soon with Him ap­pear;
The mid­night cry is sound­ing,
The fig tree now is bloom­ing;
Awake, ye sleep­ing virg­ins,
Behold, the Bride­groom’s near.

3. The Bi­ble in its cours­ing,
Has gone from East to West;
The na­tions who were will­ing
Have with His rays been blest;
The mid­night cry is sound­ing,
The judg­ment day ap­proach­ing;
Awake, ye sleep­ing vir­gins,
And take your pro­mised rest.