Millennium Hymn

Isles of the south

awake!

The song of tri­umph sing;

Let mount

and hill and vale

With hal­le­lu­jahs ring:

Shout

for the id­ols ov­er­thrown

And Is­ra­el’s God is God alone.

Wild wastes of Af­ric

shout!

Your shac­kled sons are free;

No mo­ther wails her child

’Neath the ba­na­na tree:

No slave ship dash­es on thy shore;

The clank of chains is heard no more.

Shout

vales of In­dia

shout!

No fu­ne­ral fires blaze high;

No id­ol song sings loud

As rolls the death-car by:

The ban­ner of the cross now waves

Where Christ­ian her­alds made their graves.

Shout

roc­ky hills of Greece!

The cres­cent head lies low;

No Mos­lem flings his chain

Around the Christ­ian now;

But Greek and Mos­lem join in one

To praise the Sav­ior

God the Son.

Shout

hills of Pa­les­tine!

Have you for­got the groan

The spear

the thorn

the cross

The wine press trod alone

The dy­ing pray­er that rose from thee

Thou gar­den of Geth­se­ma­ne?

Hail

glad mil­len­ni­al day!

O

shout

ye heav’ns above!

Today the na­tions sing

The song

re­deem­ing love:

Redeeming love the song shall be:

Hail

bless­èd year of ju­bi­lee!