For Zion’s Sake I Will Not Rest

For Zi­on’s sake I will not rest

I will not hold my peace

Until Je­ru­sa­lem be blest

And Ju­dah dwell at ease;

Until her right­eous­ness re­turn

As day­break af­ter night—

The lamp of her sal­va­tion burn

With ev­er­last­ing light.

The Gen­tiles shall her glo­ry see

And kings de­clare her fame;

Appointed un­to her shall be

A new and ho­ly name.

The watch­men on her walls ap­pear

And day and night pro­claim

Zion’s de­liv­er­er is near;

Make men­tion of His name.

The Lord up­holds her with His hand

And claims her for His own—

The dia­dem of Ju­dah’s land

The glo­ry of His crown.

Go through

go through

pre­pare the way

The gates wide op­en fling;

With loud­est voice let her­alds say

Behold thy com­ing king!