Arise, Sons of the Kingdom

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. 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. 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 will He destroy.

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. 7. 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. 12. Oh, 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.