For Sunday

Arise, Arise, the Lord arose

On this triumphant day, the Lord arose

On this triumphant day; Arise, Arise!

Your souls to piety dispose,

Arise to bless and pray.

Arise, Arise, Arise!

Ev'n rustics do adorn them now,

Themselves in roses dress;

And to the clergyman they bow,

When he begins to bless.

Their best apparel now arrays

The little girls and boys;

And better than the preacher prays

For heav'ns eternal joys.