1 Awake, arise, lift up your voice,
let Easter music swell;
rejoice in Christ, again rejoice,
and on his praises dwell.
2 Oh, with what gladness and surprise
the saints their Saviour greet;
nor will they trust their ears and eyes
but by his hands and feet:
3 those hands of liberal love indeed
in infinite degree,
those feet still free to move and bleed
for millions and for me.
4 His enemies had sealed the stone
as Pilate gave them leave,
lest dead and friendless and alone
he should their skill deceive.
5 O Dead arise! O Friendless stand
by seraphim adored!
O Solitude again command
your host from heaven restored!
Source: Common Praise (1998) #224
|First Line:||Awake, arise, lift up your voice|
|Title:||Awake, Arise, Lift Up Your Voice|