Hail to the Brightness of Zion’s Glad Morning!

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.

Hail to the bright­ness of Zion’s glad morn­ing!

Long by the pro­phets of Is­ra­el fore­told!

Hail to the mill­ions from bond­age re­turn­ing!

Gentiles and Jews the blest vi­sion behold.

Lo

in the de­sert rich flow­ers are spring­ing

Streams ev­er co­pi­ous are glid­ing along;

Loud from the mount­ain tops ech­oes are ring­ing

Wastes rise in ver­dure

and min­gle in song.

See

from all lands

from the isles of the ocean

Praise to the Sav­ior as­cend­ing on high;

Fallen the en­gines of war and com­mo­tion;

Shouts of sal­va­tion are rend­ing the sky.