The Cyber Hymnal ‎#13056

13056. Lift Up, Ye Saints, Your Weeping Eyes

1 Lift up, ye saints, your weeping eyes,
Suspend your sorrows and your sighs;
Turn all your groans to joyful songs,
Which Jesus dictates to your tongues.

2 Thus saith the Savior from His throne,
"Behold all former things are gone,
Passed like an anxious dream away,
Chased by the golden beams of day.

3 "See in celestial pomp arrayed
A new-created world displayed;
Mark with what light its prospects shine!
How grand, how various, how divine!

4 "There Mine own gentle hand shall dry
Each tear from each o’erflowing eye,
And open wide My friendly breast
To lull the weary soul to rest.

5 "No more shall grief assail your heart,
No boding fear, no piercing smart;
For ever there My people dwell
Beyond the range of death and hell."

6 Vain King of Terrors, boast no more
Thine ancient wide-extended pow’r;
Each saint in life with Christ his head
Shall reign, when thou thyself art dead.

Text Information

• First Line: Lift up, ye saints, your weeping eyes
• Title: Lift Up, Ye Saints, Your Weeping Eyes
• Author: Philip Doddridge, 1702-1751
• Meter: LM
• Language: English
• Source: Published posthumously in Hymns Founded on Various Texts in the Holy Scriptures, by Job Orton (J. Eddowes and J. Cotton, 1755)
• Copyright: Public Domain
• Notes: Alternate tune: ST. LUKE by Jeremiah Clarke

Tune Information

• Name: RUSSIA
• Composer: Dmitri S. Bortniansky (adapt.)
• Meter: LM
• Key: C Major
• Copyright: Public Domain