Arise, My Soul, Awake and Sing

Arise

my soul

awake and sing

The tri­umphs of thy heav­en­ly king;

The Lord is ris­en

His foes are fled;

He reigns the Lord of quick and dead.

So shall His saints with glad­ness rise

And rest on Him their joy­ful eyes;

Then shall they mourn and weep no more

But with eter­nal praise adore.