O Spirit, Freed from Earth

O spirit

freed from earth

Rejoice

thy work is done!

The wea­ry world’s be­neath thy feet

Thou bright­er than the sun!

Arise

put on the robes

That the re­deem­èd win;

Now sor­row hath no part in thee

Thou sanc­ti­fied with­in!

Awake

and breathe the air

Of the ce­les­tial clime!

Awake to love which knows no change

Thou who hast done with time!

Awake

lift up thine eyes!

See

all Heav­en’s host ap­pears!

And be thou glad ex­ceed­ing­ly—

Thou

who hast done with tears.

Ascend! thou art not now

With those of mor­tal birth;

The liv­ing God hath touched thy lips

Thou who hast done with earth!