Arise and Hail the Sacred Day

Arise

and hail the sac­red day

Cast all low cares of life away;

And thoughts of mean­er things;

This day

to cure our dead­ly woes

The Sun of Right­eous­ness arose

With heal­ing in His wings.

If an­gels on that hap­py morn

The Sav­ior of the world was born

Poured forth se­raph­ic songs

Much more should we of hu­man race

Adore the won­ders of His grace

To whom that grace be­longs.

How won­der­ful

how vast His love

Who left the shin­ing realms ab­ove

Those hap­py seats of rest;

How much for lost man­kind He bore

Their peace and par­don to res­tore

Can nev­er be ex­pressed.

While we ad­ore His bound­less grace

And pi­ous joy and mirth take place

Of sor­row

grief and pain

Give glo­ry to our God on high

And not

among the ge­ne­ral joy

Forget good-will to men.

O then let Heav’n and earth re­joice

Creation’s whole unit­ed voice

And hymn the sac­red day

When sin and Sa­tan van­quished fell

And all the pow­ers of death and hell

Before His sov­er­eign sway.