Hark, what a sound, and too divine for hearing
Stirs on the earth and trembles in the air
Is it the thunder of the Lord's appearing?
Is it the music of his people's prayer?
Surely he cometh, and with a thousand voices
Shout to the saints and to the deaf or dumb
Surely he cometh, and the earth rejoices,
Glad in his coming who hath sworn, I come
Nazarene, Nazarene, you're the ace of the Nazarene
Nazarene, Nazarene, you're the ace of the Nazarene
The kin of God stays up all night long
The kin of God stays up all night long
So even I, and with a pang more thrilling,
So even I, and with a hope more sweet,
Yearn for the sign, O Christ, of thy fulfilling,
Faint for the flaming of thine advent feet
Yea, through life, d**h, through sorrow and through sinning,
He shall suffice me, for he hath sufficèd
You are the end, for you are the beginning,
Christ the beginning, for the end is Christ
Nazarene, Nazarene, you're the ace of the Nazarene
Nazarene, Nazarene, you're the ace of the Nazarene
The kin of God stays up all night long
The kin of God stays up all night long