Lift Up Your Heads, Rejoice

Lift up your heads

re­joice

Redemption draw­eth nigh;

Now breathes a soft­er air

Now shines a mild­er sky;

The early trees put forth

Their new and ten­der leaf;

Hushed is the moan­ing wind

That told of win­ter’s grief.

Lift up your heads

re­joice

Redemption draw­eth nigh;

Now mount the lad­en clouds

Now flames the dark­en­ing sky;

The early scat­tered drops

Descend with hea­vy fall

And to the wait­ing earth

The hid­den thun­ders call.

Lift up your heads

re­joice

Redemption draw­eth nigh;

O

note the va­ry­ing signs

Of earth

and air

and sky;

The God of glo­ry comes

In gen­tle­ness and might

To com­fort and alarm

To suc­cor and to smite.

He comes the wide world’s king

He comes the true heart’s friend

New glad­ness to begin

And an­cient wrong to end;

He comes to fill with light

The weary wait­ing eye:

Lift up your heads

re­joice

Redemption draw­eth nigh.