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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