Look up, weary pilgrim, restrain that deep sigh,
Look up, your Redemption is now drawing nigh;
Look up, Christ is coming, he soon will be here;
Look up, the night hasteth, the morning is near.
Look up, you will shortly receive your reward,
Look up, ’tis not vain that you trust in the Lord;
Look up, and by faith see that glittering crown,
Look up, see the glory of God coming down.
Look up, and behold yonder King coming forth;
Look up, he will gather his own from the earth;
Look up, all the saints from their dusty beds rise,
Look up, their glad shouts now are rending the skies.
Look up, Faith has triumphed, they’re winging the air,
Look up, how resplendent, immortal and fair;
Look up, and go with them to that blissful home,
Look up, care-worn pilgrim, Redemption has come.