Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes
C. M.
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Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,And raise your voices high;Awake, and praise that sovereign loveThat shows salvation nigh.
2
On all the wings of time it flies;Each moment brings it near;Then welcome each declining day,Welcome each closing year!
3
Not many years their round shall run,Not many mornings rise,Ere all its glories stand revealedTo our admiring eyes.