The Bridegroom Nigh

My heart was cold—lukewarm was I,When lo! I heard the Midnight Cry;It arous'd me up—I looked within,Beheld corruption, error, sin.

My soul was sad, mine eyes did weep,I had no rest, I could not sleep.And is it true the Master's nigh?Have mercy, Lord, was all my cry.

I sought the Lord with all my might,He heard my prayer and gave me light,Filled me with joy—I love to hearThe solemn cry, the Bridegroom's near.

I love to tell to all aroundWhat peace and comfort I have found.I love to echo still the cry,Behold the Heavenly Bridegroom's nigh.

My soul is fill'd with love divine,I feel I'm his, that he is mine;My Savior and my gracious Lord,And he will come, so says his word.

Yes, He will come, He's nigh at hand,I soon shall join the blood-washed band,To sing his praise, his glory see,And reign with Him eternally.