US 212 tune AMNS 125i

 

Awake, arise, lift up your voice,

Let Easter music swell;

Rejoice in Christ, again rejoice

And on his praises dwell.

 

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,

 

Those hands of lib’ral love indeed

In infinite degree,

Those feet still free to move and bleed

For millions and for me.

 

His enemies had sealed the stone

As Pilate gave them leave,

Lest dead and friendless and alone

He should their skill deceive.

 

O Dead arise! O Friendless stand

By seraphim adored!

O Solitude again command

Your host from heaven restored!