Lift up your heads Ye Saints that mourn
1 Lift up your heads, ye saints that mourn:
The Christ of God, who died to save,
Has all your sins and sorrows borne,
And ris'n in triumph o'er the grave.
2 Your Prince of life on high now reigns,
Your great High Priest now pleads for grace:
Your Prophet soon shall come again,
From heaven whence He prepares your place!
3 Our long, sad night of death and fear
Full soon shall end in glorious day:
The dawn shall break, the morn appear,
And all the shadows flee away.
4 No sorrow, pain, nor bitter sigh
Nor sting of death for us shall stay:
For every tear from every eye
Shall God our Saviour wipe away.
5 Once more shall we each other greet
Who now are gone, or yet remain:
The saints with joy shall surely meet
And never, never part again.
6 As without hope no more despair,
Nor let your hearts still troubled be:
Lord Jesus, come! And in the air
We all shall gather unto Thee!
-- JPB Thursday 17 August 2006. L.M.
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