148th.
1
Awake, ye saints, awake,
And hail this sacred day!
In loftiest songs of praise
Your joyful homage pay.
Come, bless the day that God hath blessed,
The type of heaven’s eternal rest.
2
On this auspicious morn
The Lord of life arose,
And burst the bars of death,
And vanquished all our foes:
And now He pleads our cause above
And reaps the fruit of all His love.
3
All hail, triumphant Lord!
Heaven with hosannas rings;
And earth, in humbler strains,
Thy praise responsive sings.
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain
Through endless years to live and reign!
