Look Up! Ye Weary Ones

Look up! look up! ye wea­ry ones

Whose skies are veiled in night;

For He who knows the path you tread

Will yet re­store the light;

Look up! and hail the dawn­ing

Of hope’s tri­umph­ant morn­ing.

Behold Him! be­hold Him!

Your Sav­ior lives to­day;

Behold Him! be­hold Him!

The clouds have rolled away.

The gifts you bring with lov­ing hand

Your Lord will not dis­own!

Their od­ors sweet to Heav’n shall rise

Like in­cense round His throne;

Look up! and hail the dawn­ing

Of joy’s trans­cend­ent morn­ing.

Rejoice! the grave is ov­er­come

And lo! the an­gels sing;

The grand­est tri­umph ev­er known

Has come thro’ Christ our king;

All Heav’n pro­claims the dawn­ing

Of love’s all glo­ri­ous morn­ing.