Daughter of the King, arise
Go forth; thy faith hath made thee whole.
Thou touched his robe, and now thine own
Glorious all within, and gold.
Blest she who knew she need but touch
The hem she knelt before,
Blest who believes in all the things
That now are told her from the Lord.
Daughter, arise; thy Father-King
Is come, and calleth for thee,
Bids thee approach the throne, and live
And in His kingdom shine with peace.
Blest she, by faith made strong to bear
Fruit thirty, sixty, a hundred-fold,
Blest who believed, fit forth to share
His wonders new and old.
Daughter, go out with joy and sing,
To Zion’s cities shout and show
The tidings of thy Father’s reign,
And fly His banners to behold.
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