1 COME away to the skies, My beloved arise, And rejoice on the day thou wast born, On the festival day Come exulting away, To thy heavenly country return. 2 We have laid up our love And treasure above, Though our bodies continue below; The redeem’d of the Lord We remember His word, And with singing to Sion we go. 3 With singing we praise The original grace By our heavenly Father bestow’d, Our being receive From His bounty, and live To the honour and glory of God.