Wake, O Favored Nation

Wake

O strange­ly fa­vored na­tion!

Wake

O land of hopes sub­lime!

Heed the her­alds of sal­va­tion;

Grasp thy God’s ac­cept­ed time;

Bow be­fore the King of glo­ry;

Weep the sins that curse thy days;

Tell thy vast do­main His sto­ry;

Bid thy mill­ions shout His praise.

Ye who free­dom’s joys in­her­it

Children of he­ro­ic sires

Humbly plead the Sav­ior’s merit

Stir afresh your al­tar fires!

Holy work for God con­triv­ing

Pardon

light and strength im­plore

Lest the Spir­it cease His striv­ing

And your day of grace be o’er.

Mingled sons of dist­ant races

Finding here what home may be;

Fugitives from earth’s far plac­es

Christ can make you tru­ly free.

Quickened minds for truth hard press­ing

Sons of toil to af­flu­ence brought;

Lo

the Gos­pel’s rich­er bless­ing

Life eter­nal

pass­ing thought!

With the Christ­ly love that pi­ties

Souls en­slaved in er­ror’s chains;

Bring your gold

ye teem­ing ci­ties!

Bring your rip­en­ing fruits

ye plains!

Riches

hon­or

glo­ry

bless­ing

Give to Je­sus more and more;

Till

each home and heart pos­sess­ing

He shall reign from shore to shore.