Let Us Awake Our Joys

Let us awake our joys

Strike up with cheer­ful voice—

Each crea­ture sing;

Angels—be­gin the song

Mortals—the strains pro­long

In ac­cents sweet and strong—

Jesus is King.

Proclaim abroad His name

Tell of His match­less fame—

What won­ders done;

Shout through hell’s dark pro­found;

Let the whole earth re­sound

Till the high heav­ens re­sound—

The vic­to­ry’s won.

He van­quished sin and hell

And the last foe will quell;

Mourners re­joice!

His dy­ing love ad­ore;

Praise Him now raised in pow­er

And tri­umph ev­er more

With a glad voice.

All hail the glo­ri­ous day

When thro’ the heav­en­ly way

Lo

He shall come!

While they who pierced Him wail

His pro­mise shall not fail;

Saints

see your king pre­vail:

Come

dear Lord

come!