162 Rise, children of the kingdom!

1 Rise, children 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 Him ye find O blessed consolation! - We find Him, our salvation, In His pure means of grace. 3 Arise, ye much afflicted! The King is not afar; Rejoice, ye low dejected! Behold the Morning Star. The Lord will give you joy; Though troubles you distress you With comfort He will bless you, E'en death He will destroy. 4 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. 5 O rich the gifts Thou bring'st us, Thyself made poor and weak! O love beyond expression, That this can sinners seek! For this, O Lord, will we Our joyous tribute bring Thee, And glad Hosannas sing Thee, And ever grateful be.