1 Awake, ye saints, awake,
And hail this sacred day;
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Welcome the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquished all our foes:
An now he pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruits of all His love.
3 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with Hosannas rings,
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings:
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through endless years to live and reign.
4 Great King, gird on Thy sword,
Ascend Thy conquering car;
While justice, truth, and love
Maintain Thy glorious war:
This day let sinners own Thy sway,
And rebels cast their arms away.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Awake, ye saints, awake |
Meter: | 6s. 8s. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1871 |
Topic: | The Lord's Day and Public Worship |