For Sunday

Arise — arise — the Lord arose On this triumphant day: Your souls to piety dispose, Arise to bless and pray.

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'n's eternal joys.