1 Arise, the kingdom is at hand,
The King is drawing nigh:
Arise with joy, thou faithful band,
To meet the Lord most high,
To meet the Lord most high!

2 Look up, ye souls weighed down with care,
The Sovereign is not far;
Look up, faint hearts, from your despair,
Behold the Morning Star,
Behold the Morning Star!

3 Look up, ye drooping hearts, to-day!
The King is very near:
O cast your griefs and fears away,
For lo, your Help is here,
For lo, your Help is here!

4 Hope, O ye broken hearts, at last!
The King comes on in might;
He loved us in the ages past,
When we lay wrapt in night,
When we lay wrapt in night.

5 Now fear and wrath to joy give place,
Now are our sorrow o'er,
Since God hath made us, in His grace,
His children evermore,
His children evermore.

6 O rich the gifts Thou bringest us,
Thyself made poor and weak;
O Love beyond compare that thus
Can foes and sinners seek,
Can foes and sinners seek!

7 For this we raise a gladsome voice
On high to Thee alone,
And evermore with thanks rejoice
Before Thy glorious throne,
Before Thy glorious throne.