1 The Lord of Life! behold him come,
A fallen world to raise!
Shall hearts be cold, shall lips be dumb,
When Christ demands our praise?
Didst thou for us, O Lord, didst thou
Contempt and sorrow choose?
And shall our thankless spirits now
Their best to thee refuse?
2 The angels sang thy blessed birth,
On Bethle’m’s shining plain;
Shall we be silent, sons of earth,
While ours is all the gain?
Awake again, ye hosts of light,
And help us while we sing!
Till all the heav’n and earth unite
To tell that Christ is King.
3 Speed on, speed on, ye better times,
When Christ shall come again,
To free this earth from woes and crimes,
And midst his saints to reign!
Reign, Savior, reign from land to land,
Thy glorious name be known!
Claim ev’ry tongue, and heart, and hand,
And make the world thine own.