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