Ye shall awake—awake to sleep no more:
Hear it, O living man, ere greedy Death
Consigns thee to the prison of the tomb;
Hear and be wise, seek thy Redeemer’s throne;
On bending knees implore His healing grace,
Chaunt forth His praise and venerate His name.
William Bolland.
Then shall the day-spring rise, before whose beams
The darkness of the world is past: for hark!
Seraphs and angel-choirs with symphonies