Look up ! look up ! ye weary ones, Whose skies are veiled in night; For He who knows the path you tread Will yet restore the light; Look up ! and hail the dawning Of hope's triumphant morning.
Behold Him ! behold Him ! Your Saviour lives to-day; Behold Him ! behold Him ! The clouds have rolled away.
2. The gifts you bring with loving hand Your Lord will not disown; Their odours sweet to heaven shall rise Like incense round His throne; Look up ! and hail the dawning Of joy's transcendent morning.
3. Rejoice ! the grave is overcome, And lo ! the angels sing; The grandest triumph ever known Has come through Christ our King; All heaven proclaims the dawning Of love's all-glorious morning.