Awake, Ye Saints, and Raise Your Eyes

Awake

ye saints

and raise your eyes

And raise your voic­es high;

Away

and praise that sov­er­eign Love

That shows sal­va­tion nigh.

On all the wings of time it flies;

Each mo­ment brings it near;

Then wel­come each de­clin­ing day!

Welcome each clos­ing year!

Not ma­ny years their round shall run

Nor ma­ny morn­ings rise

Ere all its glo­ries stand re­vealed

To our ad­mir­ing eyes.

Ye wheels of na­ture

speed your course;

Ye mor­tal pow­ers

de­cay;

Fast as ye bring the night of death

Ye bring eter­nal day.