Awake! Awake! the Master now is calling us, Arise! Arise! And, trusting in His Word, Go forth! Go forth! Proclaim the year of jubilee, And take the cross, the blessèd cross of Christ our Lord.
On, on, swell the chorus, On, on, the morning star is shining o’er us; On, on, while before us, Our mighty, mighty Savior leads the way. Glory, glory, hear the everlasting throng, Shout “Hosanna!” while we boldly march along; Faithful soldiers here below, only Jesus will we know; Shouting “Free salvation!” o’er the world we go.
A cry for light from dying ones in heathen lands; It comes, it comes across the ocean’s foam; Then haste! Oh, haste to spread the words of truth abroad, Forgetting not the starving poor at home, dear home.
O Church of God, extend thy kind, maternal arms, To save the lost on mountains dark and cold; Reach out thy hand with loving smile to rescue them, And bring them to the shelter of the Savior’s fold.
Look up! Look up! The promised day is drawing near, When all shall hail, shall hail the Savior King; When peace and joy shall fold their wings in every clime, And “Glory, hallelujah!” o’er the earth shall ring.
Someone must tell the glad story, The blessèd old story so true, Of love and of wonderful glory, O say will that someone be you?
O say will that someone be you? O say will that someone be you? To tell the glad story of grace and of glory, O say will that someone be you? O say will that someone be you? O say will that someone be you? To tell the glad story of grace and of glory, O say will that someone be you?
Someone must tell of a Savior, To others across the deep blue, Now waiting His love and His favor, O say will that someone be you?
Someone must tell of the blessing That comes with each morning so new, The goodness of Jesus confessing, O say will that someone be you?
Someone must tell of salvation, Someone must to Jesus be true, And carry; to each waiting nation The story that always is new.
Wake the song of jubilee, Let it echo o’er the sea! Now is come the promised hour, Jesus reigns with sov’reign power. All ye nations, join and sing, Christ of lords and kings is King. Let it sound from shore to shore Jesus reigns forevermore.
Now the desert lands rejoice, And the islands join their voice, Yea, the whole creation sings, “Jesus is the King of kings.” See the ransomed millions stand, Palms of conquest in their hands, This before the throne their strain, Hell is vanquished, death is slain.
Blessing, honor, glory, might Are the Conqu’ror’s native right; Thrones and powers before Him fall, Lamb of God and Lord of all. Time has nearly reached its sum; All things with the bride say, “Come.” Jesus, whom all worlds adore, Come, and reign forevermore.