Rise up, my spouse, thy bridegroom waits is a hymn by Christopher Batty, published as hymn XVII on p24 of the 'Kendal hymn book', A collection of hymns for the use of those that seek, and those that have redemption in the blood of Christ, Kendal: printed by Tho. Ashburner, 1757.
RISE up, my spouse, thy Bridegroom waits
Unwearied at thy temple's gates
Thy fainting soul to chear;
Open to me, I will thee bless;
I'll cloath thee with my righteousness,
And dissipate thy fear.
All reas'ning thoughts I will remove,
Give thee to feel my dying love,
Thy soul to captivate;
Upon my head the dews distill,
The cooling drops my locks do fill,
While I to bless thee wait.
What pleasing voice is this I hear?
Soul, 'tis the Lamb thy Master dear,
'Tis Jesus none but he:
Oh! bid me, Jesus, bid me come;
And take a weary trav'ler home;
I long to be set free.
Let my poor soul in Thee find rest,
Of ev'ry burden me divest;
Clearly thy love display;
Screen me beneath the cooling shade,
Which was for weary pilgims made
To chear them by the way.
Text set by Benjamin Milgrove (1768)
English text
Rise up, my spouse, thy bridegroom waits,
Unwearied at thy temple gates,
Thy fainting soul to cheer:
Open to me, I will thee bless,
And clothe me with my righteousness,
And banish all thy fear.
All reas'ning thoughts I will remove,
And tell thee of my dying love,
Thy soul to captivate:
Upon my head the dews distil,
The evening drops my locks do fill.
While I to bless thee wait.
What pleasing voice is this I hear?
Soul, 'tis the Lamb, thy master dear,
'Tis Jesus, none but He:
O, bid me, Jesus, bid me come,
And take a weary traveller home;
I long to be set free.
Let my poor soul in Thee find rest,
And leaning on thy loving breast,
Cast all my griefs away:
Screen me beneath the cooling shade,
Which is for weary pilgrims made,
To cheer them by the way.
English text