1 Arise, the kingdom is at hand,
The King is drawing nigh;
Arise with joy, thou faithful band,
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!

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!

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

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

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

Amen.