The Midnight Cry

1My heart was cold–lukewarm was I,
When lo! I heard the Midnight Cry;
It rous'd me up–I looked within,
Beheld corruption, error, sin.

2I sought the Lord with all my might,
He heard my prayer and gave me light.
Filled me with joy–I loved to hear
The solemn cry, the Bridegroom's near.

3My soul is fill'd with love divine,
I feel I'm his, that he is mine;
My Saviour and my gracious Lord,
And he will come, so says his word.

4Yes, 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.