1 Awake, awake, O earth, awake and sing!
A beauteous garment thee awaits,
For God the Lord is King;
Thy conquest hour has come at last,
For Love o’er thee has passed.
Awake, awake, put on thy robes of beauty,
Woven by the Master weaver’s hand,
For over thee the colors of the heav’nly garden
Fall at His divine command.
Rejoice, and praise the giver’s grace and wisdom,
Who beneath the dark and barren sod
Beheld in thee, reflected, His divine creation,
Wake, and praise the Lord your God.
2 Come forth, come forth, O bleak and barren hills!
Thy God from heaven’s boundless store
Thy face with beauty fills;
His hand through ev’ry chilling blight
Has brought thee into light. [Refrain]
3 Rejoice, rejoice, all ye who trust your God!
Lift up your eyes and view the land
Where late His foot hath trod;
Nor doubt, nor fear, for ye may share
The blessing of His care. [Refrain]
Source: Jubilate : A Modern Sunday-School Hymnal #53
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|Jubilate : A Modern Sunday-School Hymnal #53||Awake and Sing||Awake, awake, O earth, awake and sing!||[Awake, awake, O earth, awake and sing]||C. Austin Miles||1917|