Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes

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

2On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near; 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.