Awake, Glad Soul

Awake

glad soul! awake! awake!

Thy Lord has ris­en long;

Go to His grave

and with thee take

Both tune­ful heart and song.

Where life is wak­ing all around

Where love’s sweet voic­es sing

The first bright blos­som may be found

Of an eter­nal spring.

The shade and gloom of life are fled

This re­sur­rect­ion day;

Henceforth in Christ are no more dead

The grave hath no more prey.

In Christ we live

in Christ we sleep

In Christ we wake and rise

And the sad tears death makes us weep

He wipes from all our eyes.

And ev­ery bird and ev­ery tree

And ev­ery op­en­ing flow­er

Proclaim His glo­ri­ous vic­to­ry

His re­sur­rect­ion pow­er.

The folds are glad

the fields re­joice

With ver­nal ver­dure spread

The lit­tle hills lift up their voice

And shout that death is dead.

Then wake

glad heart! awake! awake

And seek Thy ris­en Lord;

Joy in His re­sur­rect­ion take

And com­fort in His Word.

And let thy life

through all its ways

One long thanks­giv­ing be:

Its theme of joy

its song of praise—

Christ died

and rose for me.