1 Children of light, arise and shine!
Your birth, your hopes, are all divine,
Your home is in the skies.
Oh! then, for heavenly glory born,
Look down on all with holy scorn
That earthly spirits prize.
2 With Christ, with glory full in view,
Oh! what is all the world to you?
What is it all but loss?
Come on, then, cleave no more to earth,
Nor wrong your high celestial birth,
Ye pilgrims of the cross.
3 O blessèd Lord, we yet shall reign,
Redeemed from sorrow, sin, and pain,
And walk with thee in white.
We suffer now; but oh! at last
We'll bless the Lord for all the past,
And own our cross was light.
Source: Laudes Domini: a selection of spiritual songs ancient and modern #417