Arise, arise, O day, the sacred day,Cast all the cares of life away, and thou art unmerited there.This day to cure thy deadly wounds,The sun of righteousness,Arise, with him in his ways.If angels all that have not before,The same are all,Their power was born,Their force their remorse,The master of their souls.Much more should we of human race,Adore the wonders of his grace,To whom thy grace be,Lord.How wonderful,How vast his love,Who left the shining realms above,Those happy seats of rest!How much more love,Man kindly bore,Their peace embedded to his store,Can never be expressed.While we all dear adore,His boundless grace,And find his joyous joy,And that unmerited place,Of sorrow,Brimming with pain.Give glory to our God on high,And the top of the chandelier of joy,Forget good will to man.Oh, then let heaven and earth rejoice,Creation's whole united voice,And hymn his sacred day.When sin had stated,When sin had stated,When vanquished fell,And all the powers of death and hell,Before his dying stone.Sous-titrage Société Radio-Canada