Arise, the Kingdom Is at Hand

Arise

the king­dom is at hand

The King is draw­ing nigh;

Arise with joy

thou faith­ful band

To meet the Lord most high!

Look up

ye souls

weighed down with care

The So­ver­eign is not far;

Look up

faint hearts

from your des­pair

Behold the Morn­ing Star!

Look up

ye droop­ing hearts

to­day!

The King is ve­ry near;

O cast your griefs and fears away

For

lo! Your help is here;

Hope on

ye brok­en hearts

at last

The King comes in His might;

He loved us in the ag­es past

When we lay wrapped in night.

Look up

ye souls weighed down with care!

The So­ver­eign is not far.

Look up

faint hearts

from your des­pair

Behold the Morn­ing Star!

The Lord is with us now

who shall

The sink­ing spir­it feed

With strength and com­fort at its need

To whom e’en death shall bow.

Hope

O ye brok­en hearts

at last!

The King comes on in might

He loved us in the ag­es past

When we sat wrapped in night;

Now are our sor­rows o’er

and fear

And wrath to joy give place

Since God hath made us in His grace

His child­ren ev­er­more.

O rich the gifts Thou bring­est us

Thyself made poor and weak;

O love be­yond com­pare that thus

Can foes and sin­ners seek!

For this we raise a glad­some voice

On high to Thee alone

And ev­er­more with thanks re­joice

Before Thy glo­ri­ous throne.