Ye Fainting Souls, Lift Up Your Eyes

Ye faint­ing souls

lift up your eyes

To where the morn­ing lights the skies!

The aw­ful sha­dows flee away

Before the swift ad­vanc­ing day.

The Lord is ris’n; He could not die;

He lives for you eter­nal­ly;

And by His vic­to­ry o’er the grave

His peo­ple He will sure­ly save!

No long­er mourn your seem­ing loss;

No long­er weep be­fore the cross

Nor search the darkn­ess of the tomb;

While ov­er­heard the morn has come!

Now what shall harm your joy­ful souls

While your Re­deem­er all con­trols?

No night shall hide again His face;

No grave shall be His rest­ing place.