Above:  Philipp Nicolai

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Philipp Nicolai (1556-1608) was a German Lutheran minister and hymn writer.

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How Bright Appears the Morning Star:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2012/12/03/how-bright-appears-the-morning-star/

Wake, O Wake!  With Tidings Thrilling:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2018/07/18/wake-o-wake-with-tidings-thrilling/

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Above:  Trinity College, Cambridge University, England, Between 1890 and 1900

Image Source = Library of Congress

Creator and Copyright Claimant = Detroit Publishing Company

Reproduction Number = LC-DIG-ppmsc-08091

Francis Crawford Burkitt (1864-1935), often listed as F. Crawford Burkitt or F. C. Burkitt, was the Norrisian Professor of Divinity at Cambridge University from 1905 to 1935.

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Receive, O Lord, in Heaven Above:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2018/01/19/receive-o-lord-in-heaven-above/

Wake, O Wake!  With Tidings Thrilling:

https://gatheredprayers.wordpress.com/2018/07/18/wake-o-wake-with-tidings-thrilling/

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Above:  Icon of the Apocalypse of Saint John

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Original German Text by Philipp Nicolai (1556-1608)

English Translation by Francis Crawford Burkitt (1864-1935)

Hymn Source = The English Hymnal (1906), The Church of England

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Wake, O wake!  with tidings thrilling

The watchman all the air are filling,

Arise, Jerusalem, arise!

Midnight strikes!  no more delaying,

“The hour has come!” we hear them saying.

Where are ye all, ye virgins wise?

The Bridegroom comes in sight,

Raise high your torches bright!  Alleluya!

The wedding song

Swells loud and strong:

Go forth and join the festal throng.

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Sion hears the watchmen shouting

Her heart leaps up with joy undoubting,

She stands and waits with eager eyes;

see her Friend from heaven descending,

Adorned with truth and grace unending!

Her light burns clear, her star doth rise.

Now come, thou precious Crown,

Lord Jesu, God’s own Son!  Hosanna!

Let us prepare

To follow there,

Where in thy supper we may share.

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Every soul in thee rejoices;

From men and from angelic voices

Be glory given to thee alone!

Now the gates of pearl receive us,

Thy presence never more shall leave us,

We stand with Angels round thy throne.

Earth cannot give below

The bliss thou dost bestow.  Alleluia!

Grant us to raise

To length of days,

The triumph-chorus of thy praise.

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