Awake, ye saints, awake,
And hail this sac­red day;
In lof­ti­est songs of praise
Your joy­ful hom­age pay:
Welcome the day that God hath blest,
The type of Heav­en’s eter­nal rest.

On this aus­pi­cious morn
The Lord of life arose;
He burst the bars of death,
And van­quished all our foes:
And now He pleads our cause ab­ove,
And reaps the fruits of all His love.

All hail, tri­um­phant Lord!
Heaven with ho­san­nas rings,
And earth, in hum­bler strains,
Thy praise re­spons­ive sings:
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,
Through end­less years to live and reign.

Great King, gird on Thy sword,
Ascend Thy con­quer­ing car;
While jus­tice, truth, and love
Maintain Thy glo­ri­ous war:
This day let sin­ners own Thy sway,
And re­bels cast their arms away.