None rest but such as wait for Christ embracing.
Eleven is past! still at this hour of eleven,
The Lord is calling us from earth to heaven.
Ye, brethren, hear, the midnight clock is humming:
At midnight our great Bridegroom will be coming.
Past one o'clock! the day breaks out of darkness;
Great morning star appear, and break our hardness!
'Tis two! on Jesus wait this silent season,
Ye two so near related, Will and Reason.
The clock is three! the blessed Three doth merit