Lift Your Hidden Faces

Lift your hidden faces,
Ye who wept and prayed;
Leave your covert places,
Ye who were afraid.
Here's a golden story,
Here is silver news,
Here be gifts of glory
For all men to choose:

Alleluya, alleluya!
Praise the Lord with thanksgiving:
Praises sing to God.

Now from mead and spinney,
Now from flood and foam,
Feathered, furred and finny,
All ye creatures come.
Here ye shall discover
That for which ye wait;
Sing and celebrate:

Fathers, leave your labours;
Sons, be glad and gay;
Tell your friends and neighbours
Of our holy-day.
Joyfully forgather;
Sorrow now is done:
We have found a Father,
We have found a Son:

Rose Fyleman, 1877-1957