Lift Your Heads

1LIFT your heads, ye friends of Jesus;
Partners in his patience here;
Christ to all believers precious,
Lord of lords, shall soon appear;
Mark the tokens,
Of his heavenly kingdom near.

2Bear all nature's groans proclaiming
Nature's swift approaching doom!
War, and pestilence, and famine,
Signify the wrath to come;
Cleaves the centre,
Nations rush into the tomb.

3Lo! 'Tis He! Our heart's desire,
Come for his espoused below;
Come to join us with the choir,
Come to make our joys o'erflow;
Palms of victory,
Crowns of glory to bestow.

4Yes, the prize shall sure be given;
We his open face shall see:
Love, the earnest of our heaven,
Love our full reward shall be.
Love shall crown us
Kings thro' all eternity.