Hymns and Tunes 1876 24
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes
1Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh.
2On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day, Welcome each closing year.
3Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes.
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The verse
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- iambic (da-DUM) · 78% of beats fit
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Verse 1
Awake, ye saints, and raise your eyes, And raise your voices high; Awake, and praise that sovereign love That shows salvation nigh.˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/28A
Verse 2
On all the wings of time it flies, Each moment brings it near; Then welcome each declining day, Welcome each closing year.˘/˘/˘/˘///˘/˘///˘/˘/˘//˘//˘/28A
Verse 3
Not many years their round shall run, Not many mornings rise, Ere all its glories stand revealed To our admiring eyes.˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘/˘///˘/˘/˘/˘/˘˘/˘/29A
Counted by machine from the CMU Pronouncing Dictionary. It cannot hear emphasis or a poet’s licence, so treat it as a place to start reading, not the last word.