1 Lift up your heads, rejoice!
Redemption draweth nigh;
Now breathes a softer air,
Now shines a milder sky;
The early trees put forth
Their new and tender leaf;
Hushed is the moaning wind
That told of winter's grief.

2 Lift up your heads, rejoice!
Redemption draweth nigh;
Now mount the laden clouds,
Now flames the darkening sky;
The early scattered drops
Descend with heavy fall,
And to the waiting earth
The hidden thunders call.

3 Lift up your heads, rejoice!
Redemption draweth nigh;
O note the varying signs
Of earth and air and sky;
The God of glory comes
In gentleness and might,
To comfort and alarm,
To succor and to smite.

4 He comes, the wide world's King;
He comes, the true heart's friend,
New gladness to begin,
And ancient wrong to end;
He comes to fill with light
The weary, waiting eye;
Lift up your heads, rejoice!
Redemption draweth nigh.

Amen.