Arise, my soul arise!
Stretch
to things eternal
And
hasten to the feet of your Redeemer God.
Though
hid from mortal eyes,
He
dwells in light supernal
Yet
worship Him in humbleness and call Him Lord
His
banquet of love Awaits you above;
Yet
here He grants a foretaste of the feast to come!
Rejoice,
my soul, rejoice,
To
heav’n lift up your voice:
Alleluia,
alleluia, alleluia!
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Now
hear the harp of heav’n!
Oh,
hear the song victorious,
The
never ending anthem sounding through the sky!
To
mortals is not giv’n
To
join in strain so glorious;
Yet
here on earth we too can sing our praises high!
He
bought with His blood The ransomed of God;
To
Him be ever lasting pow’r
and
victory.
And
let the great amen Resound through heav’n again.
Alleluia,
alleluia, alleluia!