Arise, sons of the kingdom

Verse 1

Arise, sons of the Kingdom! The King is drawing nigh; Arise and hail with gladness The Ruler from on high. Ye Christians, hasten forth! Your praise and homage bring Him And glad hosannas sing Him; Naught else your love is worth.

Verse 2

Arise, ye drooping mourners! The King is very near; Away with grief and sorrow! For, lo! your Help is here. Behold, in many a place-- Oh, blessed consolation!-- You find Him, your Salvation, Within His means of grace.

Verse 3

Arise, ye much afflicted! The King is not afar. Rejoice, ye long dejected, Here comes the Morning Star! The Lord will give you joy; Tho' troubles now distress you, With comfort He will bless you, E’en death He will destroy.

Verse 4

Arise, ye poor and needy! The King provides for you; He comes with succor speedy, With mercy ever new. Receive your gracious King, The Giver of all blessing. Hail Him, His name confessing, And glad hosannas sing.

Verse 5

Be righteous, ye His subjects, The King is just and true; Prepare for Him a highway, Make all things straight and new. For, lo, He means it well; Then willing bear the crosses That He Himself imposes, Nor let your courage fail.

Verse 6

O rich the gifts Thou bringest, Thyself made poor and weak! O Love beyond expression, That thus can sinners seek! For this, O Lord, will we Our joyous tribute bring Thee And glad hosannas sing Thee, And ever grateful be. Amen.