Arise, Ye Saints of Latter Days

1. Arise, ye saints of latter days And sing the great Redeemer's

2. Hosanna! let the echo spring, Triumphant on exulting
praise, With joyful hearts arise.
wing, Above the powers of hell;
Let every voice in accents tower,
Till heavenly blessings on us pour Down through the parting skies.
Until with God we do prevail,
And view the kings within the veil, And in his presence dwell.

3. Hosanna, let the angels say
Who dwell in realms of endless day
With Enoch's perfect band;
Amen, amen, let earth resound,
And all the saints where'er they're found
Repair to Zion's hill.

4. Go forth, ye hirelings of our God
Proclaim his gospel far abroad
In every foreign clime.
Go, visit lands and isles unknown
In every realm, in every zone,
Till time with you shall end.

5. Then rise and join the hallowed throng
Who sing the everlasting song
In an eternal strain:
O! " Holy, holy, King of kings,
Who wast and art " while heaven rings
And seraphs shout, Amen!
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