Awake, ye saints, awake,

And hail the sacred day;

In loftiest songs of praise

Your joyful homage pay;

Come bless the day that God hath blest,

The type of heaven’s eternal rest.

2 On this auspicious morn

The Lord of life arose,

And burst the bars of death,

And vanquished all our foes;

And now he pleads our cause above,

And reaps the fruit of all his love.

3 All hail, triumphant Lord!

Heaven with hosannas rings;

All earth, in humbler strains,

Thy praise responsive sings;

Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,

Through endless years to live and reign.