1 Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes,
And raise your voices high;
Awake, and praise that sovereign love
That shows salvation nigh. MIM 117.1
2 On all the wings of time it flies;
Each moment brings it near;
Then welcome each declining day,
Welcome each closing year! MIM 117.2
3 Not many years their round shall run,
Not many mornings rise,
Ere all its glories stand revealed
To our admiring eyes. MIM 117.3