Awake, Ye Saints, Awake

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.

On this aus­pi­cious morn

The Lord of life arose;

He burst the bars of death

And van­quished all our foes:

And now He pleads our cause ab­ove

And reaps the fruits of all His love.

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.

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.