1
Rise, children of the kingdom,
The King is drawing nigh.
Arise, and hail with gladness
The Ruler from on high.
Go forth ye Christians go,
Your praise and homage bringing
And glad hosannas sing Him
Your hearts with love aglow.
2
Arise, ye grieving mourners,
The King is very near.
Away with fear and sorrow,
Your helper now is here.
Behold in many a place,
O blessed consolation
We find Him, our salvation,
In His pure means of grace.
3
Arise, ye much afflicted,
The King is not afar.
Rejoice, ye long dejected,
Behold the morning star.
The Lord will give you joy,
Though troubles now distress you,
With comfort He will bless you,
E’en death He will destroy.
4
Arise, ye poor and needy,
The King provides for you;
He comes with succour speedy
With mercy ever new.
Receive your gracious King,
The giver of all blessing;
Hail Him, His name confessing,
With joy His praises sing.
5
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.