Come, Lift Your Joyous Eyes

Come

lift your joy­ous eyes

To yon­der heav’n­ly place.

Where

freed from sin

your souls shall rise

And sing re­deem­ing grace.

Though death and hell may frown

And charge the saints with guilt;

Yet death and hell shall ne’er pull down

The Church which Christ has built.

To Si­on’s bliss­ful shore

As on our way we go

While hal­le­lu­jahs sound be­fore

’Tis Heav’n be­gun be­low.

Then cast your wil­lows down;

List up your hearts and sing

Till Christ your heads with glo­ry crown

And make each saint a king.