1 Arise, the kingdom is at hand,
The King is drawing nigh;
Arise with joy, ye faithful band,
To meet the Lord most high!
2 Look up, ye souls weighed down with care,
The Sovereign is not far;
Look up, faint hearts, from your despair,
Behold the morning star!
3 Look up, ye drooping hearts, to-day!
The King is very near:
O cast your griefs and fears away,
For lo, your Help is here!
4 Hope, O ye broken hearts, at last!
The King comes on in might:
He loved us in the ages past,
When we lay wrapt in night:
5 Now fear and wrath to joy give place,
Now are our sorrow o'er,
Since God hath made us in His grace
His children evermore.
6 O rich the gifts Thou bringest us,
Thyself made poor and weak;
O Love beyond compare that thus
Can foes and sinners seek!
7 For this we raise a gladsome voice,
On high to Thee alone,
And evermore with thanks rejoice
Before Thy glorious throne.
|First Line:||Arise, the kingdom is at hand|
|German Title:||Auf, auf, ihr Rechegenossen|
|Translator:||Miss Winkworth (1858, alt.)|
|Author:||John Rist (1651)|
|Topic:||Advent; Advent, First Sunday; Epiphany, Third Sunday|
|Notes:||Alternate tune #24|
|Notes:||Composer from index: Handel, d. 1759|