Hymnal: ELH1880 #16 (1880) Lyrics: 1 Awake! sons of the kingdom,
The King is drawing nigh;
Arise, and hail with gladness
The Ruler from on high.
Ye Christians, sound the peal!
Your praise and homage bring Him,
And loud hosannas sing Him
With holy festive zeal.
2 Look up! ye drooping mourners,
The King is very near;
Away with grief and sorrow,
For lo! our Help is here.
Behold, in holy place--
O blessed consolation!--
We find Him, our Salvation,
In His pure means of grace.
3 Arise! ye much afflicted,
Your King is not afar;
Rejoice, ye long dejected,
Here comes the Morning Star.
The Lord is with us now;
Though troubles here distress you,
With comfort He will bless you,
E'en death to Him shall bow.
4 Up, up! ye faint and fearful,
The King now comes with might;
His heart hath long since loved us,
And makes our darkness light.
Now are our sorrow o'er;
No wrath shall e'er befall us,
Since God in grace doth call us
His children evermore.
5 Haste then, with eager footsteps,
To see your Sovereign; there
He rides as King of Zion,
Strong, glorious, meek, and fair,
Draw near the Lord, and give
Him your heart's salutation,
Who bringeth great salvation,
And bids the sinner live.
6 Our Sovereign still remembers
His loved ones here below
With gifts of royal treasures,
Yea, doth Himself bestow.
Through His blest Word and grace;
O King, arrayed in splendor,
To Thee all praise we render,
Here, and there face to face.
7 Lord, how Thou dost enrich us!
Thyself made poor and weak;
O, Love beyond expression,
That can thus sinners seek!
What can we do for Thee?
We will love's tribute bring Thee,
And glad hosannas sing Thee,
And ever grateful be. Topics: The Church Year Advent Languages: English
Awake! sons of the kingdom