Lift up your heads, ye pil­grims,
And view yon east­ern sky;
The night of sin is end­ing,
The morn­ing draw­eth nigh;
The day fore­told by pro­phets
Will soon be ush­ered in,
When Christ, the one who suf­fered,
The world shall own as king.

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He’s com­ing by and by,
He’s com­ing by and by;
The night of sin is end­ing,
The morn­ing draw­eth nigh;
He’s com­ing by and by,
He’s com­ing by and by;
The night of sin is end­ing,
The morn­ing draw­eth nigh.

Lift up your heads, ye pil­grims,
And watch the morn­ing break;
For lo, Christ’s glo­ri­ous com­ing
The thrones of earth will shake;
See those who do not own Him
In mount­ains seek to hide,
Whilst those who love and trust Him
Still in His grace con­fide.

Refrain

Lift up your heads, ye pil­grims,
For ’tis the Bride­groom comes
With trum­pet voice to call you
Forth to His roy­al throne;
See that your lamps are burn­ing,
Your gar­ments pure and white,
That He may find you watch­ing
And walk­ing in the light.

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Lift up your heads, ye pil­grims,
And as ye jour­ney on,
Let faith and hope with cour­age
Be ev­er firm and strong;
Show by each word and act­ion
That Christ is real to you,
And that His glo­ri­ous com­ing
Is ev­er clear in view.

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Lift up your heads, ye pil­grims,
Sing in that glad­some day;
Naught but the Sav­ior’s com­ing
The tide of sin can stay;
Creation groans whilst bur­dened
For pain and toil to cease;
Come, Prince of Life and Glo­ry,
Bring uni­vers­al peace.

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