Arise, O King of Grace, Arise

Arise, O King of grace, arise,

And enter to thy rest:

Lo! Thy Church waits with longing eyes

Thus to be owned and blessed.

Enter with all thy glorious train,

Thy Spirit and Thy word;

All that the ark did once contain

Could no such grace afford.

Here, mighty God, accept our vows,

Here let Thy praise be spread;

Bless the provisions of Thy house

And fill Thy poor with bread.

Here let the Son of David reign,

Let God's Anointed shine;

Justice and truth His court maintain,

With love and power divine.

Here let Him hold a lasting throne;

And, as His kingdom grows,

Fresh honors shall adorn His crown,

And shame confound His foes.