1 Arise, the kingdom is at hand,
The King is drawing nigh;
Arise with joy, thou faithful band,
To meet the Lord most high!
Look up, ye souls weighed down with care,
The Sovereign is not far;
Look up, faint hearts, from your despair,
Behold the Morning Star!
2 Look up, ye drooping hearts, today,
The King is very near;
O cast your griefs and fears away,
For lo, your help is here!
Hope on, ye broken hearts, at last
The King comes in His might;
He loved us in the ages past,
When we lay wrapped in night.
3 O rich the gifts Thou bringest us,
Thyself made poor and weak;
O love beyond compare that thus
Can foes and sinners seek!
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 Reichsgenossen|
|Author:||Johann von Rist (1651)|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1863)|