1 Awake, ye saints, awake!
And hail this sacred day;
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay:
Come, bless the day that God hath blest,
The type of heaven's eternal rest.
2 On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And vanquish'd all our foes;
An now He pleads our cause above,
And reaps the fruits of all His love.
3 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!
|First Line:||Awake, ye saints, awake!|
|Topic:||Lord's Day; Praise: hymns of genearl praise; Sabbath(1 more...)|
|Notes:||Author from index: Cotterill|