First Line: Look up ! look up ! ye weary ones,

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.