Arise, and hail the sacred day, cast all low cares of life away,

And thoughts of meaner things:

This day to cure our deadly woes, The Son of Righteousness arose

With healing in his wings.

Chorus:

O then let heaven and earth rejoice! Creation’s whole united voice,

To hail the happy day;

When Satan’s empire vanquish’d fell, and all the powers of death and hell

Confess’d His sovereign sway.

If angels on that sacred morn, the Saviour of this world was born,

Pour’d forth their grateful songs;

Much more should we of human race adore the wonders of his grace

To whom that grace belongs!

Cho: O then let, &c.

How wonderful, how vast His love, who left the shining realms above,

Those happy seats of rest!

How much of human kind he bore, their peace and pardon to restore,

Can never be express’d!

Cho: O then let, &c.