O spirit, freed from earth,
Rejoice, thy work is done!
The wea­ry world’s be­neath thy feet,
Thou bright­er than the sun!

Arise, put on the robes
That the re­deem­èd win;
Now sor­row hath no part in thee,
Thou sanc­ti­fied with­in!

Awake, and breathe the air
Of the ce­les­tial clime!
Awake to love which knows no change,
Thou who hast done with time!

Awake, lift up thine eyes!
See, all Heav­en’s host ap­pears!
And be thou glad ex­ceed­ing­ly—
Thou, who hast done with tears.

Ascend! thou art not now
With those of mor­tal birth;
The liv­ing God hath touched thy lips,
Thou who hast done with earth!