Wake Up, You Who Wait

Aslan is on the move
See spring in its march!
Victory shall be his song
Beneath the floral arch
Where his breath remains
Will prosper, bringing life
In ancient green and gold
Stands the awaited wife

Long awaited healing
We hold a frozen land
But we will have revival
Our Savior lies at hand

Ice of once springs forth
Melted by His gaze
From these distant clouds
Burst the glorious rays
What was once but clay
Will break up, bringing forth
The long awaited blooms
Greatest in their worth

The King once more arrives
He calls the dead and weak
"Wake up, you who wait!
The time has come to reap!"