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Arise, sons of the kingdom!

For Advent

Words: Johann Rist; Translation based on The Deliverer ("Arise, the kingdom is at hand"), Catherine Winkworth, from "Lyra Germanica: Second Series, The Christian Life," 1858. 
See: Christmas Poetry of Catherine Winkworth

Music: Von Gott Will Ich Nicht Lassen by J. Magdeburg.
MIDI / Noteworthy Composer / PDF / XML

Meter: 76 76 67 76

Source: O. Hardwig, ed., Wartburg Hymnal (Chicago: Wartburg Publishing House, 1918), #77

1. 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
O blessed consolation!
We find Him, our Salvation,
In His pure means of grace.

3. Now hear, ye bold transgressors,
    The King does well give heed
To all that ye are doing,
    And to the life ye lead,
Enthralled by sin and hell;
Nothing in all creation
Escapes His observation,
He marketh all things well.

4. Be righteous, ye His subjects,
    The King is just and true;
Prepare for Him a highway,
    Make all things straight and new.
He means all for our good;
Then let us bear the crosses
Which He Himself imposes
In an undaunted mood.

5. He nevermore forsaketh
    A child that feels the rod,
Who Him his refuge maketh,
    And puts his trust in God.
He is our sovereign King;
E'en death itself shall never
Those from their Master sever
Who to His mercy cling.

6. Arise, ye faint and fearful!
    The King now comes with might;
His heart hath long since loved us,
    He makes our darkness light.
Now are our sorrows o'er;
No wrath shall e'er befall us,
Since God in grace doth call us
His children evermore.

7. The King in grace remembers
    His loved ones here below
With gifts of royal treasures,
    Yea, doth Himself bestow
Through His blest word and grace.
O King arrayed in splendor,
To Thee all praise we'll render
Here and there face to face.

8. Oh, rich the gifts Thou bring'st us,
    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.

Sheet Music From Hardwig, #77

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