Awake, Ye Saints

1Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh;

2Swift on the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year;

3Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes;
Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes;

4Ye wheels of nature, speed your course!
Ye mortal powers, decay!
Haste! till the last glad morning rise That brings eternal day;
Haste! till the last glad morning rise That brings eternal day;