Text: | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes |
Author: | Doddridge |
1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake, and praise the sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh.
2 Swift on the wings of time it flies,
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day!
Welcome each closing year!
3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes.
4 Ye wheels of nature, speed your course;
Ye mortal powers, decay;
Fast as ye bring the night of death,
Ye bring eternal day.
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First Line: | Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes |
Author: | Doddridge |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | The New Year; Flight of Time |