Let Zion and her sons rejoice;

Behold the promised hour;

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes t’ exalt his power.

2 Her dust and ruins, that remain,

Are precious in his eyes;

Those ruins shall be built again,

And all that dust shall rise.

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there;

All nations bow before his name,

And kings attend with fear.

4 He frees the soul condemned to death;

Nor, when his saints complain,

Shall it be said that praying breath

Was ever spent in vain.

5 This shall be known when we are dead,

And left on long record,

That ages yet unborn may read

And praise and trust the Lord.

For Zion’s sake I will not rest,

I will not hold my peace

Until Jerusalem be blest,

And Judah dwell at ease;

2 Until her righteousness return,

As daybreak after night—

The lamp of her salvation burn

With everlasting light.

3 The Gentiles shall her glory see,

And kings declare her fame;

Appointed unto her shall be

A new and holy name.

Say, who is she that looks abroad

Like the sweet, blushing dawn,

When with her living light she paints

The dew-drops of the lawn?

2 Fair as the moon when in the skies

Serene her throne she guides,

And o’er the twinkling stars supreme

In full orbed glory rides;

3 Clear as the sun, when from the east,

Without a cloud he springs,

And scatters boundless light and heat,

From his resplendent wings.

4 Tremendous as a host that moves

Majestically slow,

With banners wide displayed, all armed,

And fearless of the foe!

5 This is the church by heaven arrayed

With strength and grace divine;

Thus shall she strike her foes with dread,

And thus her glories shine.

Behold the mountain of the Lord

In latter days shall rise,

On mountain tops above the hills,

And draw the wondering eyes.

Come, O thou mighty Saviour,

We look for thine appearing;

Descend, we pray,

Thy love display,

Our waiting spirits cheering.

2 Come, clothed with glorious power;

Let all thy saints adore thee,

And let thy word,

The Spirit’s sword,

Subdue thy foes before thee.

3 May every heart with gladness,

Thine offered grace receiving,

Now cease from sin,

And pure within,

Have peace, in thee believing.

Hasten, Lord! the glorious time,

When, beneath Messiah’s sway,

Every nation, every clime,

Shall the gospel call obey.

2 Mightiest kings his power shall own,

Heathen tribes his name adore;

Satan and his host, o’erthrown,

Bound in chains shall hurt no more.

3 Then shall wars and tumults cease,

Then be banished grief and pain;

Righteousness, and joy, and peace,

Undisturbed shall ever reign.

4 Bless we, then, our gracious Lord!

Ever praise his glorious name;

All his mighty acts record,

All his wondrous love proclaim.

Hark! the song of Jubilee,

Loud as mighty thunders roar,

Or the fullness of the sea,

When it breaks upon the shore!

Hallelujah! for the Lord

God omnipotent, shall reign!

Hallelujah! let the word

Echo round the earth and main.

2 Hallelujah! hark, the sound,

From the depths unto the skies,

Wakes above, beneath, around,

All creation’s harmonies!

3 He shall reign from pole to pole,

With illimitable sway;

He shall reign, when like a scroll

Yonder heavens have passed away.

Then the end: beneath his rod

Man’s last enemy shall fall:

Hallelujah! Christ in God,

God in Christ, is all in all!

Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken:

O my people, faint and few,

Comfortless, afflicted, broken,

Fair abodes I build for you;

Scenes of heartfelt tribulation

Shall no more perplex your ways;

You shall name your walls salvation,

And your gates shall all be praise.

2 There, like streams that feed the garden,

Pleasures without end shall flow;

For the Lord, your faith rewarding,

All his bounty shall bestow;

Still in undisturbed possession

Peace and righteousness shall reign;

Never shall you feel oppression,

Hear the voice of war again.

3 You, no more your suns descending,

Waning moons no more shall see;

But, your griefs for ever ending,

Find eternal noon in me;

Christian! see! the orient morning

Breaks along the heathen sky;

Lo! the expected day is dawning—

Glorious day-spring from on high;

Hallelujah!—

Hail the day-spring from on high!

2 Heathens at the sight are singing;

Morning wakes the tuneful lays;

Precious offerings they are bringing—

First-fruits of more perfect praise;

Hallelujah!—

Hail the day-spring from on high!

3 Zion’s Sun—salvation beaming—

Gilding now the radiant hills—

Rise and shine, till brighter gleaming,

All the world thy glory fills;

Hallelujah!—

Hail the day-spring from on high!

4 Lord of every tribe and nation!

Spread thy truth from pole to pole;

Spread the light of thy salvation

Till it shine on every soul;

Hallelujah!—

Hail the day-spring from on high!

Yes, we trust the day is breaking;

Joyful times are near at hand;

God, the mighty God, is speaking,

By his word, in every land:

2 While the foe becomes more daring,

While he enters like a flood,

God, the Saviour, is preparing

Means to spread his truth abroad:

Every language

Soon shall tell the love of God.

3 O, ’tis pleasant, ’tis reviving

To our hearts, to hear, each day,

Joyful news, from far arriving,

How the gospel wins its way;

Those enlightening

Who in death and darkness lay.

4 God of Jacob, high and glorious,

Let thy people see thy hand;

Let the gospel be victorious,

Through the world, in every land;

Then shall idols

Perish, Lord, at thy command.

In the mountain’s top appearing,

Lo! the sacred herald stands,

Welcome news to Zion is bearing—

Zion long in hostile lands:

Mourning captive,

God himself will loose thy bands.

2 Has thy night been long and mournful?

Have thy friends unfaithful proved?

Have thy foes been proud and scornful,

By thy sighs and tears unmoved?

Cease thy mourning;

Zion still is well-beloved.

3 God, thy God, will now restore thee:

He himself appears thy Friend;

All thy foes shall flee before thee;

Here their boasts and triumphs end:

Great deliverance

Zion’s King will surely send.

4 Peace and joy shall now attend thee;

All thy warfare now be past;

God thy Saviour will defend thee;

Victory is thine at last;

All thy conflicts

End in everlasting rest.

Daughter of Zion, awake from thy sadness;

Awake, for thy foes shall oppress thee no more:

Bright o’er the hills dawns the day-star of gladness,

Arise, for the night of thy sorrow is o’er.

2 Strong were thy foes, but the arm that subdued them,

And scattered their legions, was mightier far;

They fled, like the chaff, from the scourge that pursued them,

Vain were their steeds and their chariots of war.

3 Daughter of Zion, the power that hath saved thee,

Extolled with the harp and the timbrel should be;

Shout! for the foe is destroyed that enslaved thee,

Th’ oppressor is vanquished, and Zion is free.

The Prince of Salvation in triumph is riding,

And glory attends him along his bright way;

The news of his grace on the breezes is gliding,

And nations are owning his sway.

2 And now thro’ the darkness of earth’s gloomy regions,

The wheels of his chariot are rolling sublime;

His banners unfolding his own true religion,

Dispelling the errors of time.

3 Behold a bright angel from heaven descending,

High lifting his trumpet, hosannas to raise:

“Hail, Son of the Highest! let every knee bending,

Adore thee with offerings of praise.

Zion, the marvelous story be telling,

The Son of the Highest, how lowly his birth!

The brightest of angels in glory excelling,

He stoops to redeem thee—he reigns upon earth,

Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing,

Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!

2 Tell how he cometh from nation to nation,

The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round,

How free to the sinner he offers salvation!

How his people with joy everlasting are crowned!

Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing,

Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!

3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing,

And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise;

You angels, the full hallelujah be singing—

One chorus resound thro’ the earth and the skies!

Shout the glad tidings! exultingly sing,

Jerusalem triumphs! Messiah is King!

Hail, to the brightness of Zion’s glad morning!

Joy to the lands that in darkness have lain;

Hushed be the accents of sorrow and mourning,

Zion in triumph begins her mild reign.

Gird on thy conquering sword,

Ascend thy shining car,

And march, almighty Lord!

To wage thy holy war.

Before his wheels, in glad surprise,

Ye valleys, rise, and sink, ye hills.

2 Fair truth and smiling love,

And injured righteousness,

Under thy banners move,

And seek from thee redress;

Thou in thy cause shall prosperous ride,

And far and wide dispense thy laws.

3 Before thine awful face

Millions of foes shall fall,

The captives of thy grace—

The grace that captures all.

The world shall know, great King of kings,

What wondrous things thine arm can do.

4 Here to my willing soul

Bend thy triumphant way;

Here every foe control,

And all thy power display;

My heart, thy throne, blest Jesus! see,

Bows low to thee, to thee alone.