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Rise, Children of the Kingdom!   2 comments

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Above:  The Hymn Title

Image Source = Kenneth Randolph Taylor

Hymn Source = The Lutheran Hymnary (1935), U.S. Lutheran

Original Words (1651) by Johann Rist (1607-1667)

English Translation by Catherine Winkworth (1827-1878)

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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 many a place–

O blessed consolation!–

We find Him, our salvation,

In His pure meas of grace.

3.  Arise, ye much afflicted!

The King is not afar;

Rejoice, ye long dejected!

Behold the Morning Star.

The Lord will give you joy;

Though troubles now 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 thus can sinners seek!

For this, O Lord, will we

Our joyous tribute bring Thee,

And glad Hosannas sing Thee,

And ever grateful be.

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I found this variation, also credited to Catherine Winkworth as translator, in The Hymnal (1941), of the Evangelical and Reformed Church:

1.  Arise, the kingdom is at hand,

The King is drawing nigh;

Arise with joy, thou faithful band,

to meet the Lord most high!

Look up, ye souls weighed down with care,

The Sovereign is not far;

Look up, faint hearts, from your despair,

Behold the Morning Star!

2.  Look up, ye drooping hearts today,

The King is very near;

O cast your griefs and fears away,

For, lo, your help is here!

Hope on, ye broken hearts, at last

The King comes in His might;

He loved us in the ages past,

When we lay wrapped in night.

3.  O rich the gifts Thou bringest us,

Thyself made poor and weak;

O love beyond compare that thus

Can foes and sinners seek!

For this we raise a gladsome voice

On high to Thee alone,

And evermore with thanks rejoice

Before Thy glorious throne.