Awake our drowsy souls

Awake, our drowsy souls,

Shake off each slothful band,

The wonders of this day

Our noblest songs demand!

Auspicious morn! thy blissful rays,

Bright Seraphs hail in songs of praise.

At thy approaching dawn,

Reluctant death resign'd

The glorious prince of Life,

In dark domains confin'd.

Th'angelic host around him bends,

And 'midst their shouts THE GOD ascends.

All hail, triumphant LORD,

Heaven with hosannas rings;

While earth, in humbler Strains,

Thy priase responsive sings:

Worthy art thou, who once wast slain,

Thro' endless years to live and reign.

Gird on, great GOD, thy sword,

Ascend thy conquering car,

While Justice, Truth, and Love

Maintain the glorious war;

Victorious thou, thy foes shalt tread,

And sin and hell in triumph lead.

Make bare thy potent arm,

And wing th'unerring dart,

With salutary pangs,

To each rebellious heart:

Then dying souls for life shall sue,

Numerous as drops of morning dew.